People always talk about sex as though it is a bar for how good something is. Cheeseball restaurants with “better than sex” chocolate cake abound. Jezebel is running a sex vs. chocolate bracket for sports bracket season.
There was recently a poll asking Americans if they would rather give up sex or internet access, and 21% chose sex. 77% would give up chocolate, in case you are handicapping those Jezebel brackets. Only 7% would be willing to give up showering for a year to preserve their internet access, but I suspect after a while sex and showering go hand in hand. That is a raw deal, in my opinion.
A group of women, the Liberal Ladies Who Lunch are calling for a sex strike at the end of April, to protest all of the new anti-contraception legislation. They say:
“This will help people understand that contraception is for women and men, because men enjoy the benefit of women making their own choices about when and if they want to get pregnant.”
Which overlooks the chunk of the female population that has sex with other women and often use birth control for various medical reasons, but oh well. Their hearts are in the right place, I think.
I’m not sure why sex is the bargaining chip and point of comparison for everything. Is it better than sex? Is it worth giving up sex for? It reminds me of “a million dollars” when I was a kid. Would you do it for a million dollars? Would you rather have the last skittle, or a million dollars?
The entire premise is based on the idea that everyone has sex that they could give up. That access to sex is guaranteed to all. Which it is, of course, if you consider masturbation sex, which I do. Still, it’s funny. Sex a commodity to be traded for chocolate or broadband or withheld for political purposes. I wonder why we, as a society, are so outraged by sex workers, when we view our own sexuality in such a capitalist way? We’re odd people, I guess, Americans.