Slut: A Study

Slut. What a word. What a concept. What bullshit. When a woman likes to have sex and does it, she’s a slut. When a guy gets it a lot, he’s a stud. Yeah, yeah, yeah, we’ve heard it all before. Be a lady, don’t sleep with him on the first date, or the fourth, don’t give it all up the first time round, etc. Wait, but what if you WANT to sleep with him the minute you see him, what if you WANT to give it all up in the bathroom of the restaurant, for that matter? Slut.

Digression #1: A chart to determine whether you’re really a slut, appears here.

Digression #2: I’m going to tell you a small story. No reason, just because I need to. Last Christmas, Bob and I had some friends over for dinner. Pretty late into the night, a boy, lets name him Alex, who had not helped in the consumption of all the wine and spirits in our apartment, decided to tell me a story about a girl he knew, who’d only slept with one guy and was labeled a slut by another guy who’d never slept with her.

“How does a woman who’s only slept with one man get called a slut?” he asked me. I shrugged. The answer was pretty obvious to me. So he went on.

“See, I understand if that had happened to you and your friends back in high school. You guys slept around all the time.”

My jaw froze, slightly ajar.

“Huh?” I managed to utter. I met him when I was 24 years old, in the beginnings of a serious relationship that lasted for over five years. Read: I did not know him in high school. In fact, we went to different high schools. I am also three years older than him.

“Yeah, you guys would get around a lot. Not that I’m judging, I was kind of jealous. But this poor girl, she’s barely had sex.”

Conclusion #1: I am a slut.

Conclusion #2: Arguing that I am not a slut is pointless. I already am.

Conclusion #3: Strangely, I don’t feel the need to defend myself. Even against something so extremely fabricated in the mind of another.

Maybe he’d confused me with someone else. Maybe he’d liked one of my “slut” friends and failed to get her in the sack, even though she was a slut. Maybe it doesn’t matter. Because the fact remains, we are sluts.

So back to my original point. What happens when you do want to sleep around? When you feel that wanting sex is a good thing. A healthy thing. Or god forbid, you want to go out, get hammered and sleep with the hottest guy in the bar (tsk, tsk). My opinion? Do it. It’s likely that you’re already a slut. By birth. And really, if being frigid, saving yourself, and suppressing your basic, carnal needs is what you will think will land you that knight in shining armor, well, gal, you are wrong. I know many a relationship that’s started off with sex on the first date. I don’t know many where the girl has kept her chastity belt on for a month of dating. I also know many men that love the fact that their wife/girlfriend puts out. Obviously, there is a place and time for everything. But you know that already. Slut.