6/2/2002
Naive Women vs. The World
I wanted to grill on Saturday. I got hamburger, hot dogs, and whipped up a cucumber sourcream and dill thing to have as a side. The downfall was the neighbor (Jay) was having a party-esque affair on the backdeck. Finally braving having to interact with people I went out and started getting the grill ready. It wasn't so bad. Most of the people out there had been in my apartment during the Halloween party. Therese and I grilled, drank, and hung out. We were on the periphery of their party, which was kind of cool. We got the party atmosphere without the party negatives. At one point, the guys took off to get ice and stuff from the store leaving behind the girls. The girls who then began talking about buying vibrators. Sometimes I forget how open minded I am. Not intentionally eavesdropping (they knew Therese and I were sitting a scant 20 feet away) I was stunned when these women (eary to mid twenties I would say) thought they needed to through a Toy Party (like Tupperware) to get toys. One girl even said her boyfriend wouldn't allow her to have one (since when did boyfriends get THAT kind of power, I need to renegotiate my contract). Many times I cracked up and when the guys came back and they were catching tidbits of what the conversation was about, I felt obligated to point out that such devices are sold on Clark Street (Cupid's Treasure, Batteries Not Included, Pleasure Chest, and Lover's Lane). I'm not an afficianado by any means, but good god, these stores were designed for women, no nasty old men in peep booths or dark creepy corners. They are brightly lit, women usually work the counters, and if they are too nervous, go as a group. Of course, I'm sure part of the idea was in their mind it would be fun to have a party, to be able to see these things up close and personal in a comfortable not intimidating environment. Don't a lot of porn movies begin with this premise?
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