"Fighting for Peace...

... is like fucking for virginity". I spotted this statement on a bumper sticker the other day and I found it rather interesting. Think about it, isn't there some truth to what these few words express? A clear contradiction. But, while it seems obvious that through sex one can not achieve virginity, it seems a common idea that peace can be gained by war. What makes us think that?

Besides the political application of this statement, yet again sex and war are put into context. Why? Just to make the slogan appealing? "Sex sells" on a bumper sticker? So often, the most pleasurable thing we can experience is connected to violence. What an irony!

Maybe the problem is, that both peace and virginity are less of a lasting reality in this world as more of an ideal. Both are held as high values, but either one will end eventually, due to human nature. And while for peace that is a tragedy, for virginity that is a necessity, and a pleasure. So let's move on to another bumper sticker, which adresses the same subject: make love not war!

Miles and More

Do you fly alot? If you do so in Europe, you probably know that the title of this blog is the name of a frequent flier program. Although I am not really up in the air very much compared to others, I find myself frequently above the clouds. So again yesterday. I was on an intercontinental flight, comfortably seated at an exit row, conveniently next to the bathrooms. There I set for 8 hours, wondering what is reallly up with the "Miles High Club".

We all know, a bathroom on a plane, no matter what type it may be, is something like a broom closet. But, whereas a broom closet might be a descrete retreat for some hot action, I can't see the bathroom in the skies be of any good for that. How would you do it? First of all, everybody can see you enter. Ok, it's a night flight and they are all alseep. Second, how will you fit two people in that thing? Well, standing up might work. But now, how the heck will you do it? There is certainly no room anymore to bend over, raise a leg or anything of that matter. Am I just not experimental enough to imagine a position that works?

Is there someone out who actually did it? There is certainly alot of talk about it, but I didn't come across an actual "Miles High Club" member yet. Is it just a myth? An urban legend, a mass-fantasy? And if so, what is the thrill about it?

Let me know if you have the answers to these questions!

The Sex-Appeal of Lederhosen

Have you ever been to Oktoberfest? No? You missing out big time! It is the special season of Munich. In case you don't know what a "Volksfest" is - the Oktoberfest is the biggest worldwide - it is what the American language would descibe best as a fair, or carneval. Alot of rides, alot of food, and of course the beer tents.
Well now, Oktoberfest is different though. For three weeks, Munich is different. Although there are always many tourists here throughout the year, for these three weeks you mainly see Italians. Don't ask me why, but they come, and we like it, it gives our Bavarian capital some southern flair. Of course there are also many Americans visiting, and most would claim to be on a culture trip, or language course, with the goal to learn how to order a beer. Well, education is everything!
Ok, now you got a picture about the tourist situation. What is alot more visible about Oktoberfest time though is that very many Germans will come in traditional cloths. And that is what I like most about this time of the year. Many of the dresses women wear are of questionable taste but, the guys in their Lederhosen are definately sexy! What is it that makes a guy attractive when he wears it? Maybe the soft leather? The shape which underlines males features? Or simply a cultural thing, some basic attraction to your own people? Whatever it is, it makes it worth going to Oktoberfest!

From Sex and the City to Desperate Housewives

I recently visited an old friend of mine. She is a few years younger, still in college and single. We had a great weekend: party, little sleep, drinks. Perfect! It was a cool, reminding me of my own wild times, which I like to call my "Sex and the City" times, for obvious reasons, and the fact that I used to watch the show. But, as I had to realise, these times are gone for me. For some reason I grew out of it, and I started to wonder if I reached the "Desperate Housewives" time of my life now. This sounds more dramatic as it is, I am neither a housewives nor am I desperate, but I do have a very different life now.

It's interessting looking back, it's fun to dwell on good old times, but I like my life now. It has changed smoothly, it evolved. And just like evolution in biology, evolution of our life can be traced back, but we don't see where it will go.

So... let's hope for a good show!

Forbidden fruits

I guess most of us know: forbidden things are tempting, they promise a thrill. I am thinking about a special forbidden fruit today: the woman of another man. In particular, I'm wondering what makes guys trying to get a taken woman. Just the thrill? There must be more.

The male's basic reproduction biology is to find many mates. In his body, many sperms are produced, selection for the best partner is not necessary. They grant their success through quantity, not quality.

The primal instinct is to mate often, that's not new. Why mate with a taken woman though? At least in old times, this was a dangerous thing to do. Fights over women were not rare, one often risked his life for some lust.

I see two reasons why men still aim for the taken goal: for one, the competition. If they can have a woman that has another partner, it must mean they are better. And two, the promise of uncomplicated sex, no responsibility - that job will take the other guy.

The first argument shows a typical example of wrongful male logic. Sorry guys, just because you had her doesn't mean you were any good. The second argument though does bear some truth. And so we get back to why men are so promiscuitive in the first place: their basic reproduction pattern: quantity.

Ok women, don't get me wrong: I am not helping to excuse male actions in any way. But it's good to know where things come from. And although our behaviour is based on ancient patterns, we don't have to live like that anymore. That's what we evolved our brain for. So guys, use it!

Does size matter?

Yes I know, this is a very worn out question. But, despite what you might think, I am not talking about a particulary male body part. No, I am talking about something maybe as important to us women: diamonds. Marilyn Monroe already knew: they are our best friends. Well, we wont have to discuss how great their sparkle, and how sexy one feels wearing them. But here is a question: what do we prefer, size or quality? And what does the diamond really stands for? Purity and immortality of love, would a romantic guy answer. Sure... but let's think about everyday life. Isn't it possible that a diamond is very much also a status symbol? If we see a big stone on another woman's hand, do we envy her, are we impressed?

Should we be impressed? Well, maybe, maybe not. It's all about the quality, really. A big stone can be cheap, a pretty small one can cost a year's income. The thing is though, you can't really tell without a magnifying glass. So, if we want to impress, should we choose size? Or does a big ring just makes everyone think it's fake?

I will let each of you make that decision. Balance is always a good idea. And if you are a man in love, trying to find the perfect gift for the one and only woman in your life, here is a little piece of advice: make it big AND pure.

You see... female psychology is sometimes very easy, after all.

PS: You made a perfect choice sweety!

Skinny chicks

Have you actually ever realised how androgynous models look like these days? Tall as a lighthouse, skinny, wearing a size below 0 and no female curves. Why does that seem sexy to us? Or to whom does it look sexy? Who comes up with nowadays haute-couture?

If we watch old movies with Marylin Monroe, the sex godess of the 60’s, we see a real woman. Psychology teaches us how sexual attraction works on men: they see soft curves in the upper body part (breasts who the female will be able to feed the baby with) and soft curves in the lower part of the body (hips that will allow to give birth to a child). A pear-shape. A man sees curves, he knows this is a woman worth mating with. There is even an index which tells your optimum sexiness: if you have a ratio of 0.7 waist : hips you will attract males the best. This roots in the biological fact that with the begin of puperty the female body starts to depoit extra fat on the hips and not around the waist anymore. Meaning: good hips – good for offspring – succesfull in evolution.

So why in the world would we like to look flat from waist to hips these days? Why would we want to mesure up (or down) to Heidi Klum or Claudia Schiffer sizes? Sure, the growing community of bulimic women is dreaming of their shape. But the question is: why would a woman want to look non-feminine? Who are the trend setters, dictating this fashion? Well, most of them are men, and if we look closer, a lot of the well-known fashion makers are gay. So, it would make sense that the body-index of a model rather matches with a young man then an adult woman. Clearly, if one is sexually orientated towards men, he is not looking for feminine features, but rather androgynous ones. Do we - without knowing it - want to look like guys?

To sum it up ladies: if you are trying to get yourself into a "Maxime" shape, or starving to fit in the "Stuff for men" sceme, consider who you are trying to attract. Heterosexual men are determined to go for curves, by thousands of years of evolution. No catwalk will change that anytime soon. So... bonne appetite!