Remember back in February when I mentioned that there would, in a couple of months, be an international day dedicated to Cake and Cunnilingus? Well, guess what today is!
Coco de Mer is celebrating with a “masturbake-off” competition in Covent Garden this afternoon, I have a good excuse to link to this rather sexy tequila advert from last year, and – after a quick search on YouTube – I have the sudden urge to shop at Sainsburys.
Anyway, happy C&C day. Enjoy in the traditional fashion.
Oh. Oh dear. It irks me to criticise any of these chaps or their “Dear Woman” video, as I’m sure they mean well. At least they’re making an effort, albeit a rather misguided one.
It’s just that, much as we ladies apparently spend a lot of time sitting around and “listening to” our “bodies”, we’d rather like these gentlemen to listen to our bodies too – mainly the mouth area and the sounds that come out of it. It may come as a surprise to them that we feeble creatures can actually process “data and logic”, just like they do, not choosing to focus solely on “feelings and intuition” and our “natural sense of nurturing and abundance”. We’re not these passive, emotional bags of fluffy spirituality that they seem to assume we are.
I’m sure that all these “Conscious Men” have good intentions. I’m sure they all feel proud of themselves for how enlightened they must now be. Yet I’m not sure any woman could watch this video without feeling (in her “divine feminine heart”) horribly patronised.
Yesterday, the shortlist for the Orange Prize for Fiction was announced, reigniting the debate over whether or not there should be an all-female literary award at all, and giving the Telegraph an excuse to put a gloriously enticing photo of Bettany Hughes across most of its front cover. Hughes said: “The number of first-time novelists is an indicator of the rude health of women’s writing. The verve and scope of the storylines pays compliment to the female imagination.”
(Unfortunately, the Telegraph article itself doesn’t seem to understand the difference between wanting to “abolish” something and wanting it to no longer be necessary, then condenses Hughes’ career as a writer, documentary maker and eminent historian into the word “presenter”, but perhaps I’m just being pedantic.)
Anyway, here are some snippets of a debate I ended up having on Facebook with author, Mark Farley about feminism, the publishing industry and – erm – lesbian pipes… Click each thumbnail below to enlarge, and click here to read the Telegraph article or just salivate over the photograph, depending on your priorities. I would recommend both.
