I gotta tell you - I was watching The View, again. I feel like I’m developing a dependence on that show. It’s Whoopi’s fault - I think the world of her. Anyway - the question came up - older women asking younger women - if your mother gifted you a really cool vibrator for Christmas, Kwanzaa, Hannukah or whatever, how would you react?
I’m an older woman. Baby boomer - you all know that. So I thought. Ok - that’s amuzing, useful and fine with me. Barbara Walters said the same. Whoopi was like - so what’s the issue? And the younger women freaked - I mean fa-reeked out! They giggled and screamed. It was “Like ohmagawd I couldn’t even imagine and I don’t even wanna know my mom knows about s-e-x!” My daughter-in-law, an extremely hip, assertive young professional, feels the same (not as giggly and silly about it).
These younger women are in their 20s and 30s. Way old enough to handle their own sexuality with confidence. I would say.
I know my mom’s generation had a little trouble talking about sex, but many of them, mine included, felt obligated to tell us the facts. My generation - a lot of us - were liberated soldiers of the sexual revolution. Card carrying. So we would talk to anyone, anytime, about anythang. So how did our daughters get to where they can’t contemplate their mom knowing a word like the “c” word? Or discussing a penis. Or understanding why you might take whipped cream to the bedroom. How did they, mine included (she, a brilliant woman, and I can talk about everything else) how did they come to be so skittish about the most natural part of life, besides death?
Fascinating. Maybe that kind of cycle keeps us all from going completely off the deep end sexually…? Ya think?
