Apparently, Feminists Fuck Better

Good ol' Ashley Judd.

Cracked.com, while being a source of endless amusement, is a place where my eyes get opened constantly. We’ve written about how we’d do Cracked if only it had a penis. (Instead of, you know, thirty.)

Their recent story on sex myths highlights a Rutgers study that challenges most preconceptions of feminists and romance. According to the Science Daily:

The authors [of this study] also tested the validity of feminist stereotypical beliefs amongst their two samples, based on the hypothesis that if feminist stereotypes are accurate, then feminist women should be more likely to report themselves as being single, lesbian, or sexually unattractive, compared with non-feminist women.

Rudman and Phelan found no support for this hypothesis amongst their study participants. In fact, feminist women were more likely to be in a heterosexual romantic relationship than non-feminist women. The authors conclude that feminist stereotypes appear to be inaccurate, and therefore their unfavorable implications for relationships are also likely to be unfounded.

Feminist-bashing is a popular exercise. Much is made about how they want to reject relationships, romance. According to conservatives, feminist women want to be asexual men, devoid of gender but masculine in drive and ambition. But that’s obviously not the whole story. Life has this funny habit of defying expectations and making stereotypes look as cruel and as stupid as they really are.

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On Kissing

It seems to me that too many people are focused on sex and not enough on the things that lead up to the moment. Women’s rags in general (I’m lookin’ at you, Cosmo & Glamour!) talk a lot about fucking. Ten ways to pleasure your man in bed, they say. Fire up his erogenous zones! I’m not sure about my man’s erogenous zones, and, as Cracked.com will tell you, if you take any of those magazines seriously, you’ll just end up ripping off someone’s dick.

What nobody tells you is that bad kissing is as lethal to a relationship as is bad fucking. And, often, it’s a pretty good indication of the quality of what’s to come. An insensitive kisser won’t take your needs into consideration once pants are left to hang by the bed. I wish the goddamn rags would talk about kissing.

When my boyfriend kissed me for the first time, it was probably the second or third kiss on the lips he’d given to anyone. (Kiss number one and possibly two went to some chick in his tenth grade class.) We were sitting on a bench in the dead of night facing the Hudson in a place now known as the West Harlem Piers Park. It was a simple kiss on the lips. The first thing I said to him after that was “no”. Not because his kissing was bad, per se, but because of other horrible things at the time, and I hadn’t slept for ages and it just wasn’t a good moment. Besides, I wasn’t thinking about his ability to kiss at the time. Big mistake. Weeks after that fateful beginning, my hormones became activated and we started to make out like the horny rabbits we were. Only then did I realize the terrible truth.

My boyfriend was a terrible kisser. He slobbered in my mouth. I dreaded kissing him.