When searching for the word ‘sex’ in articles on The Telagraph’s website there are no fewer than 24,300 relevant articles. This, just for the record, is not a word that I search for often. But when surveying yesterday’s newspapers it occurred to me that I might be in the minority there. Obviously sex sells, when has it not, but why is it selling this much? Also as it does sell this much, what does that say about the readers? Are we, the public, all suffering from extreme hyper-sexuality?
Clearly magazines like FHM and Cosmopolitan make ends meet by selling sex. Whether it’s double F boobs covered by a barely-there bikini, or headlines screaming ‘Naughtiest Sex Tips of 2011’ (have they really changed since 2010?) to the not-so-innocent passerby, magazines today leave little to the imagination. But when I sit down with a cup of tea and crumpet to read my very reputable paper I do not expect to be asked the question ‘Are You a Sex Addict?’ But maybe I should have expected that, maybe we are all sex-maniacs.
Or is there something else going on?
Far from leaving me raring to crack out my ball-gag, handcuffs and leather whip the plethora of 24,000-plus articles on sex out there are leaving me all the more insecure. The more advice Cosmopolitan offers me the more I seem to need. In fact, I’d quite like it if they just wrote me a script dictating my every move for my next amorous escapade. Instead I’ve now been exposed to so many articles like ‘What it Means to be Amazing in Bed’ that I now have far more questions than answers. I can’t even unbutton a shirt without wondering if I’m doing it right.
So how do all these articles actually help and why on earth do we read them? It’s not as if they’re giving us any answers. I could have the best sex in the world and still have to consult my friends at Cosmopolitan, the Daily Mail or some other Sex-ony Aunt somewhere just to check that it really was ‘good.’ What gives these magazine editors the right to think they can decide what’s good and what isn’t? Who says they can choose what the position of the week is going to be, from missionary, doggy, wall-banger to the damn dolphin? They’re all ridiculous. Who says that someone else can tell me what the ‘Five Hottest Words to say During Sex’ are?
But maybe I’ll just check what they are, just in case.
It seems that the purpose of all these articles is just to feed our insecurities. We’re all rushing out to buy the publication with the most extreme headline, just in case it has that all-important ‘tip’ that will transform us overnight, so to speak, into sex-gods and goddesses. Yet all we end up doing is self-evaluating to the point of obsession. Surely our sexual ‘performance’ should just boil down to our partner’s and our own satisfaction? But, ‘If you’re enjoying it then that’s great’ is an attitude seldom taken by the media.
It seems that in this sea of sex ‘advice’ the idea of love has been thrown overboard. Why? Sex with the one you love just isn’t regarded as sexy anymore, especially if cock-rings, costumes, and clichéd sound-tracks are absent. Call me old-fashioned, but I really do adhere to the concept of love and the candles and rose petals that come with it. So why are the media not subscribing to this idea too? Has love become boring?
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