This title should have my critics licking their chops, likely having recognized my sluthood years earlier. Actually, it’s not about me at all. It is about a woman, the sexual revolution, the relaxation of moral scruples, and an epiphany. What follows is an excerpt from a book. I much enjoyed reading it.
Nothing really insightful in there. The summary lesson is this: if you are an insecure person, having meaningless sex won’t fix that.
It’s a pretty well-established truth that raising self-esteem involves looking INward, not OUTward.
It’s a good story whose moral is consonant with traditional American values Love between humans is complicated, so much so that it has generated a literary genre from time immemorial.
The article didn’t really slut-shame though, and in fact the author said it was fine to sleep around if it works for you, just not to lie to yourself about it. I don’t think those are the American values you’re looking for.
American values are those of individuals being self-reliant, making individual decisions uninfluenced by conformity. This was an excellent piece both well-written and thought out.
Off topic. What Champagne do you drink. I think Korbel is a phenomenal product for the price. Lisa loves brut champagne. Most restaurants here serve Piper Sonoma as their standard offering. Some serve Piper Heidsieck as their medium grade, and Veuve Cliquot as their expensive offering. When I lived in France near the Spanish border, I drank the local sparkling wine called Blanquette de Limoux. It’s rarely available here, but it is an excellent, inexpensive wine that cannot be labeled in France as a champagne due to the region in which it is produced. Do you have any recommendations?
My village of Campagne sur Aude was about 30 miles down the river from this amazing castle
That’s beautiful countryside. I only visited France once, taking a train along the Riviera, stopping at Cannes for lunch during the film festival, and spending the night in Montpelier where a friend and I accidentally wandered into a brothel.
Spain I’ve been to a couple of times, of course hitting up Barcelona and Madrid (making sure to visit El Prado), but later at Rota at a bar on the beach while Spain eliminated Germany to head to the World Cup finals. The entire city was a party that night.
Unfortunately, bikki, I am a good judge of reds, rums, and beers, but I don’t especially like or know much about champagnes (or anything sparkling for that matter). I can appreciate them occasionally but they’re not my thing.