Feeding the sex starved marriage: My Column Storm in a C-Cup in the DNA yesterday

Feeding the Sex-Starved Marriage

“In the early years of parenthood sex is the first casualty. The next few years whiz past in a haze of feeding, colic and diaper changes and sex, well that’s so far from your mind you wonder that perhaps, the offspring was the result of immaculate conception. We live out the early years of parenthood, our sexual escapades subject to the nap times and sleep cycles of little tyrants who take over our beds, with arms flung over us that we dare not dislodge for the fear of them waking up.

Sometimes, Mr Sperm and Miss Egg meet again, and then there is offspring number two which makes the entire cycle go on rinse and repeat for the next couple of years. By the time the assorted offspring are potty trained, out of pull ups and into their own rooms, the mojo has taken a long hike, like Forrest Gump, and well on its way to the point of no return before we even realize we have to send out the constabulary to find its remains.

It seems to be a growing cultural phenomenon, one that self-help guru Dr Phil calls “an undeniable epidemic.” The sexless marriage. Or the sex-starved marriage, if you would, where one partner wants sex more than the other. According to statistics, around 15 to 20 per cent of couples have sex not more than 10 times a year. And that is the definition of a sexless marriage.”

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Storm in a C-Cup today: Of Cougars…

“My very first introduction to the phenomenon of the cougar came about in the 1967 Dustin Hoffman film, The Graduate. Mrs Robinson, played Anne Bancroft, and immortalized by the duo Simon and Garfunkel in the eponymous song, seduces a young purposeless graduate, Dustin Hoffman, who then proceeds to in keeping with all precepts of predictable plot twists, fall in love with Mrs Robinson’s daughter. Perhaps the most iconic was the film’s poster, a stocking clad leg held aloft in the foreground, an invitation of sorts to the wary, uncertain young man looking on. American television, the font of all things disturbing in popular culture, has a reality show called The Cougar, which has an older woman choose from a line up of 20 younger men, seeking to be her love interest via a series of weekly challenges. The aim? To ‘tame’ the Cougar.

Does the Cougar need to be tamed is the moot question, a point we are still debating centuries after Shakespeare said his bit about taming the shrew, a different creature though from the cougar. Then there’s a dating site, called Cougarlife.com, which encourages older women to find younger love interests, and I use the term love with all the gentle, tender emotion it comes weighed down with.”

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