Recently I have noticed myself and friends almost boasting about how little sex we "let" our husbands do "at" us.
"if he thinks he's getting any, he's got another think coming"
"Marital unpleasantness"
"Oooh I can't be bothered with all that any more"
I thought this attitude went out with the ark - or at least with reliable contraception.
I actually really like having sex with my husband. It's fun. But - like the ironing - it does take a bit of effort to get into the mood. Also like the ironing, it's really worth doing and I always feel "i should do that more..."
But look! Here I am comparing the glorious union of two people who love each other to the world's most hated household task.
When we were in our twenties we were all "ladettes" boasting about how much, how often, who with etc. Now in our late 30s early 40s we've reverted to the Les Dawson stereotype. What went wrong???
Is it that married women "aren't allowed" to enjoy sex? If so, who made that rule?