I don’t count this as a lifestyle blog, but Lauren
Sandler refers to “the blogosphere” more generally, saying it “…is about intimacy, not
international market share; memoir, not magnates.” To the extent my blog is about memoir (who
enjoys reading my old posts better than me, in a sadistic sort of a way – oops,
accidental sex reference!), then I guess
Lauren’s extrapolations apply to this blog too.
She’s right, in that
we’re becoming obsessed with curating a gorgeous life that is perceived as
desirable by others. She’s right to
quote the statistics about women and sexual dysfunction. But I have trouble imagining that these
things are linked; other than that they are activities engaged in (or omitted)
by women. I think it’s wrong to generalise
that women are enjoying shopping for sheets more than what goes on between the
sheets for a number of reasons.
Tahi. I’m not convinced women enjoy shopping for
sheets. They enjoy having nice sheets
for aesthetic as well as sensual reasons.
Well, that might be just me, but don’t worry, plenty more blatant
generalisations ahoy.
Rua. Many blogs – lifestyle or otherwise – pick a
particular focus and sex may not be even on the periphery of that focus. As far as memoir goes, there is often a nod
to sex (in fact, I would venture to suggest that hinting that you have a wild,
romantic, regular and satisfying sex life is part of the image that many
bloggers seek to portray, striking envy in the hearts of many. Much easier to
do with hints and pictures of your bearded lover than with a blow by blow or
even a generic discussion).
Toru. Many bloggers have privacy concerns (should
my blog mix with my family/friends or my work/colleagues?), and discussing more
neutral matters on their blog is part of an image protection scheme should the
different spheres merge. Also, there are
usually two people involved in a sexual act – privacy extends further than for
the blogger her or himself.
Maybe this just
stems out of the problematic definitions of the word “lifestyle”, which Lauren
notes was once a crap-mag euphemism for sex?
I thought about
inserting a HOTTTTT XXXX RACY assertion/dissertation about my sex life
here. It is an important dialogue for
women to have, no doubt. But P would
kill me. And clearly, I’m too bound up
in the New Prudism.
By the way, did
I tell you I have a new set of sheets?
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