whoopie school

Does this scenario sound familiar? You turn on the TV to watch something while you eat, and six hours later you find yourself watching the same Seinfeld re-run for the 8th time, suffering from some sort of jet lag and loss of time that can only be explained by an alien abduction or a time warp, and you’re too tired to get to bed, never mind have sex. This is a slip into a serious TV vortex, and it is ruining your life. Um, well maybe it’s not that dire, but I’m happy to say there is a cure.

We recently moved to the east coast, and in an effort to be prepared for the television of the future (the internet!) and to really screw The Man (where The Man = Comcast), we didn’t get cable. A multiplicity of benefits have subsequently followed, the most relevant here being that we have sex more frequently.

This probably doesn’t require explanation, because there have been dozens of articles on how TV, and now the internet, negatively affect one’s sex life. The cruel irony is that these portals that were supposed to connect us to the broader world now serve to disconnect us from our personal lives. So try an experiment one day this weekend: shut off your TV. If you’re partnered up, do some of that old-fashioned eye-gazing, cuddling, and talking. If you’re single, take a bubble bath, fantasize, and curl up in a comfy blanket. Hours later, find yourself suffering from some sort of fatigue and loss of time that can only be explained by some serious loving.