Dress Codes are like Footloose…for Frocks.

Every time I see an article about how school dress codes infringe upon the rights of girls, I cringe. Not because of the implications of sexism they contain–of course dress codes are sexist–but because I keep wondering when we are going to accept that teenagers are, by biological definition, walking libidos; gangly, ticking sex bombs….

Tit for Tat

My husband has a conspiracy theory about sex. It involves small groups of women meeting in secret, possibly with capes–maybe cauldrons and eyes of newt–to concoct new and exciting ways to avoid sex. It’s simply not true. Cauldrons are far too difficult to find these days. Married women with kids get a pretty bad rap…

Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing

Last week I infiltrated a group of mothers in full-blown discussion.  The topic du jour was the expansive vocabulary among our current fourth graders, particularly vocabulary concerning the body and things that bodies do together.  Let’s talk about sex, baby;  at the lunch table, in the hallways, behind the covers of the math book.  I…

The Dog Ate My Libido

It is quality rather than quantity that matters. —Lucius Annaeus Seneca Except when it come to sex. —Husbands everywhere If you believe what you see and hear, marriage isn’t sexy.  Somewhere between going to the chapel and the exchange of gold bands, life stops being a sensual affair and becomes a matronly one.  It is as…