In this post, I'm participating in the Silicon Valley Moms Blog book club. This time around, we read "The Mominatrix's Guide to Sex: A No-Surrender Advice Book for Naughty Moms" by Kristen Chase. Ummm... yeah.
I couldn't think of what to title this post. I couldn't even think about what to write in this post. My mom, my mother-in-law, and, occasionally, my husband's boss read this blog... and so does my husband, who didn't know this book was in my possession until right about now. My writing on this subject matter isn't exactly something I wish to share with any of these people (and no, Guv, you can't see the book. Down boy!). I'm really curious what my sisters in blogging are going to write about, and who their audience is ... While I feel pretty much like keeping silent on the subject, I do, however, want to wax philosophically on the topic at hand.
There seem to be two camps when it comes to sex-talk: hyper-sexualized and it's none of your darned business. At BlogHer '09, there was a "Room 704" party during which adult toys were distributed ... and anyone trying to get close to the swag bag table risked losing their teeth, because, IMHO, my girlfriends were all about the anonymity of the gifties. Getting a vibrator without having to mail-order? Score! I walked away (well, maybe I ran a little) without a bag, because these women were scary. And if I want a toy, there are plenty of shops in San Francisco, thank you very much... I don't need to fight you for it.
Beyond BlogHer, there are the parties. I used to get invited to Tupperware, then scrapbooking, then lingerie, and now... there are those toys again. Even my retiree mom has been invited to one. I'm wondering: is it a good thing that our social norms are becoming less prudish, or is this all just a little too French for my comfort zone? The pole dancing class at my gym sure as heck isn't about weight loss... what in the world is going on here?!
I know what's not going on: talk of this subject in a public forum, at least not among my girlfriends. The only time we chat about it is if someone's pregnant, trying to get pregnant, or trying to find a way to never get pregnant again. I have a feeling that the boys behave differently, and, in that vein, perhaps Kristen Chase is onto something here.
But the other thing I think is that there seems to be an assumption that once you're married with kids, you're out to pasture, else why would a book like Mominatrix need to be written?
I don't know... or I'm not sharing. But I will add my note on whether or not the book is worth reading: maybe... depends on your needs, or your partner's, I guess. Bury it in a drawer, though, because I opened mine in full view of my kids, and the one who can read asked why I was reading a book about naughty moms. Whoops!
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