“I’m hung like a hamster!” declared the man sitting next to me at a dinner party a few years ago. “My poor wife is a saint for putting up with me all these years.”
Blessedly, this information was not especially for me. It was shared with the entire table during a conversation about Speedos and the pitfalls of wearing them in public. I’m not sure if he was joking because at that point I turned to the person on my other side faster than you can say “thank you for over-sharing”.
It’s not that I’m squeamish when it comes to talking about sex. Working on Cosmo and Cleo for 15 years qualifies me for an honorary doctorate on the subject. But brainstorming ideas for sealed sections is entirely different from real people telling you real details you’d rather not know. When celebrities talk about their sex lives, I’ve always found it particularly bizarre. I mean, why would you?
Actress and comedian, Jenny McCarthy recently opened up about her relationship with new boyfriend Jim Carrey in a TV interview. “It’s very real, very loving, very spiritual,” said McCarthy earnestly. “And the sex is beautiful.” Beautiful? Really? That’s not an adjective you often hear in conversations about sex. But wait. P. Diddy goes one better. “As meticulous as I am with my work, I’m even more meticulous with my lovemaking” he told a journalist who clearly had to concentrate very hard to prevent collapsing into hysterics. Beautiful and meticulous lovemaking? Would it be unromantic to say please pass me a vomit bag at this point?
I recently watched a show where rapper, Ice T, and his huge bosomed wife took a film crew on a tour of their house. “That’s our sex mirror,” he said, gesturing to a full-length number next to the bed. “Get yourself one of those and you’ll stay home.” “Yeah, we just hang in here and watch TV” pipes up Mrs. T. “And use the mirror.”