Op-Ed
Cornell's Secret Eating Club
Bedroom Eyes
Bedroom Eyes
November 29, 2007 - 12:00amCall it whatever you want: growling at the badger, eating out, gamahuche, going down, munching on a boxed lunch. This holiday season, give your female partner the gift of oral sex.
You know what? Stop. The fact that I have to even say that pisses me off. I was all set to write a column about anal sex. But in conducting my professional interviews and scientific polls on the subject, several heterosexual women I spoke with admitted that anal sex did not appear as a regular fixture on the menu (as I expected) — and neither did cunnilingus.
What the hell? Where have all the cunnilingus cowboys gone?
Once I started thinking about it myself, I realized I’m probably part of the coochi-snorching-starved contingent too. I can count the number of times a dude has gone down on me on two hands. For a girl who has as many notches in her bedpost as I, this seems to be a gross injustice. Egregious, even. To be fair, I don’t generally ask for oral sex, but why should I even have to? And why should I have to go down on you first, boy? Or at all?
Some of the women I spoke to were quick to point out that they rarely exclude performing fellatio during hookups or foreplay. It’s almost as if dudes expect a little oral action before engaging in intercourse, but reciprocation is not nearly as frequent as it should be. Where are your manners? Do unto others, write thank you notes (with your tongue, in this case), be gracious and whatever else your grandmother taught you should apply in the sack. And by the same token, my lady friends should never, ever hesitate to ask for oral pleasure.
Other significant barriers to cunnilingus besides your partner’s ungrateful attitude or bloated sense of entitlement? Many women are self-conscious about their vaginas and don’t want their partner’s face all up in there. I feel you, girls: I used to be all worried about mine too. The smell, the taste, the questionable grooming job, the look of the whole scene … I thought it was just, you know, yucky.
Get over it. Who cares what he thinks? If you put his peen in your mouth and are willing to deal with the smell of balls and the Herculean task of breathing through your nose while trying not to choke and die, he is obligated to be cool with your vagina. Plus, think about it: as a general rule, if he’s willing to stick his penis in something, there is no reason he shouldn’t be willing to stick his face in it. (Memo to guys: compliment her when you’re downtown!)
Just like your tummy and uneven boobs, your vagina is a part of your hot body and you need to accept it in order to allow a guy to so much as venture down to vag-ville, and you need to love it in order to enjoy what he’s doing down there.
Speaking of what he’s doing down there, let’s have a chat, boys. I know some of you genuinely enjoy giving oral sex. You like to make your partner happy; you enjoy the sounds she makes; you like the taste and to you, the clear precursor to intercourse is cunnilingus.
But where are you all hiding? Well, you know how Princeton’s alternative to sororities and fraternities are “eating clubs”? I can’t help thinking that somewhere at Cornell there is some kind of underground Eating Club of the sexual sort that we’re not supposed to know about. You know, like the Secret Order of the Y-Diners or something.
Wherever the members of this covert Eating Club happen to be, I want to give you some pointers. Don’t think you need them? Consider this: whether it’s scrawled across bar bathroom walls or divulged in guy-bonding sessions, some variation on “she gives awesome head” or “she sucks at BJ’s” appears frequently, right? If we suck at sucking, someone has probably let us know by now. But you rarely, if ever, hear a girl at Cornell casually remark, “Honey, don’t let him go down on you — he is no good at that.” It’s a big deal, apparently, when a girl is not up to par with her fellatio skills, but when a male partner gives crap cunnilingus, we are willing to let it slide for some reason. It’s just as important as intercourse — plus, your capabilities as a pleasure-provider are even more important since we can kind of just lie there and not worry about the pregs-monster (translation: we can easily replace you with a $5 vibrator).
First of all, ever heard of the clitoris? Because some of you don’t seem to know where to find the bald hooded lady. In simple terms, find the vagina hole and move up a bit and you should arrive at the money spot; Wikipedia actually has a pretty good labeled photograph for you to look at. Check it out. Essentially, the clitoris is a pleasure button — a bundle of 8,000 nerve endings — and you need to give it the majority of your attention.
And listen up, this is big: don’t bite anything. Please. Especially the clitoris. Just don’t use your teeth at all unless you are explicitly asked to do so. The clitoris is estimated to have twice the amount of nerve endings as the penis, so if you are considering biting down on our clit, imagine what is would feel like to have us bite down on your penis. Except twice as hard. OK?
Finally, don’t be afraid to move around down there! The clitoris should receive attention, but not 100 percent of it. There are a lot of other fun places for your tongue and fingers to explore during oral sex. And listen, while I was talking to a guy friend about cunnilingus, he told me he was always hesitant to veer away from the clitoris because he was terrified of accidentally licking his partner’s backdoor. My advice? Deal with it. If you’re doing it frequently enough, you’re going to end up accidentally encountering something that you didn’t plan to. And if you walk through Piazza San Marco frequently enough, you’re going to get hit with pigeon poop. It’s simple math, people.
And now that I mentioned math, let’s talk about addition. Specifically, the addition of a sexually transmitted disease to your life as a result of performing or receiving cunnilingus.
Oral sex can pass around STDs. You knew this already, but allow me to reiterate: if she has Chlamydia or gonorrhea, she can pass it along to someone giving her oral sex. And of course, you are at a big risk for the herp: according to Planned Parenthood, between 50 and 80 percent of American adults have HSV-1 (the strain of herpes that most often causes oral herpes), and about 25 percent have HSV-2 (most often causes genital herp). So if you or your partner has a herpes lesion anywhere, don’t even think about engaging in oral sex. If you receive cunnilingus from someone who has a cold sore on his or her lip, for example, you are majorly at risk for getting genital herpes. If your partner has a cold sore and you feel it is absolutely necessary to receive clitoral stimulation, get that $5 vibrator out.
Or call some other member of the secret Eating Club.

Advice for The Ladies
Ladies;
Here's some advice for all you ladies. If you want a guy to eat at your "Y", then make sure you're fresh down there. Consider keeping some baby wipes in your night stand and in your purse. There are plenty of guys who love to go south on a woman, but the hungriest Cowboy in the world will make a U-Turn at your belly button if the meal you're offering doesn't smell good. Also, if you shave, do it regularly. No guy wants razor burn on his chin.
Guys ding dongs can smell
Guys ding dongs can smell bad too and the hair isn't all that fun. Why are the expectations so high for women when guys can be total... well sleaze balls?
The legend of "Fat Jill"
Enough said.
Watch Out for Dem RBCs
Jenna,
You raise a few interesting points, but an underlying fallacy truly rids your article of any legitimacy: your repeated equivalence of giving dome and eating out a chick. As a straight frat daddy, I do not know the former; however, as an individual that actually cannot count on my hands how many cooches I’ve given the ol’ tornado treatment, I can rightly attest that chowing box is not an enjoyable experience for the following reasons: roast beef curtains, rank odors, and general defamation of character.
While a few vaginas are aesthetically pleasing, the vast majority of them, especially those of promiscuous girls (read: sluts, whores, slampigs), have at least several flaws. One of the more grotesque is every cunnilingus fan’s Achilles’ heel: roast beef curtains (RBCs). The omniscient Urban Dictionary defines roast beef curtains as “an extremely loose beat up vagina, one probably belonging to a cock mising whore. This common dysfunction occurs when the vagina is entered by several partners over a period of time. The lips of the abused overused vagina droop causing a curtain-like effect, and the brownish pink color is reminiscent of roast beef.” I think we can all agree that the above description does not make eating out seem as appetizing as a getting a filet mignon at John Thomas’. I personally have encountered girls with RBCs and vividly remember the bewilderment and utter disgust I felt when penetrating my tongue into the grainy and bumpy cavity that perhaps formerly could have constituted an actual vagina. Needless to say, that girl will neither be seeing my tongue nor my (enormous) dick any time soon.
Rank odors also represent an all-too-common issue in the world of cunnilingus. I sincerely hope your feeble attempt at dissuading girls from being self-conscious of their pussies is not taken to heart. As Subway guarantees their vegetables fresh, every girl should guarantee her vag free of odor, or at least give the dude a caveat beforehand. This is not a matter that should be taken lightly; it’s not as if a girl should be able to say “you got got” after her helpless hookup is inundated with a burst of odiferous odors. And to refute your equating of the scent of “balls” and vaginas, I sure as hell hope my balls don’t smell nearly as bad as some of the rank cooches of which I’ve made a ten-course meal.
Finally, defamation of character is a great, psychological problem inherent in cunnilingus. There are few acts as degrading and emasculating as eating out. Akin to being forced to watch “The Hills” rather than “SportsCenter,” eating out is symbolic of a loss of control, a trouncing of dignity, a removal of pride, and an overall appropriation of manhood. That said, if the dude bangs out as a subsequent and causal effect of eating out, the ends justify the means. However, girls should never expect to be treated simply because she has given head.
Given the aforementioned points, girls should feel honored to have their favor reciprocated once in a while. Do not take it for granted.
I feel sorry for you. I love
I feel sorry for you.
I love going down on girls, and have never experienced any of the unpleasantries that you mention. Fair enough some smell or taste nicer than others, and shaved or wax is incredible, but it's nowhere near as bad as you make out.
And going down being 'degrading' or 'emasculating'? You've obviously not experienced the power that going down on a girl gives, you can tease her for hours, licking lightly everywhere except where she wants you to, until you finally flick your tongue over her clit and she goes crazy. How does that equal a loss of control?
Phil
Camp Tungdacunny
No doubt about it, when it comes to "good eats", v. little can improve upon a satisfying meal of bearded clam et al....... Provided same is indeed unshaven. And that's just for starters. Where has a woman's true physical beauty - which speaks to her full pulchitude gone these days? In the circular file to put it mildly. Most American "women" these days look like Hades. If it's not their egregiously out-of-shape bodies that are akin to some lumber walrus (and no doubt growing with age, deary), then it's the horrific sight of their bodies punched with more piercings than a commuter railway ticket and more disgusting and tasteless (no pun inteded) "tats" (tramp stamps) than Heinz have tomato. Top if off by their choosing to shave that "thang" and ittsa picture post card of neary everything wrong with what could otherwise be a truly beautiful woman, assuming no uber attitude, bitte!
Today's American woman has lost it. With conviction.
Now, on the other hand, a fair number of European women are still holding it by way of no piercings, no tats and they really pull it all together when they only shave their legs as any class and real woman should do so as to ready themselves for a good licking a few times per day followed by a real thick and hairy workout.
I envy the men of the '30's, '40's and '50's who were honored to be in the presence of real women. Is there a time machine available?
Where to find them
My guess is that most of the males who are getting with the girls you spoke to are rather cocky and man-whorish, and their over-confidence precludes a need to impress their hookup. If you want someone to pay you extra attention, get with a guy who will savor the experience and try to get you to come back. Read: a nice, semi-dorky guy. To loosely quote "Revenge of the Nerds", all jocks think about is sports, all nerds think about is sex. The good news is that you go to Cornell, a school brimming with nice semi-dorky guys. Go get 'em!
after reading some of the boys' comments here...
I'm really glad I didn't go to Cornell for my undergrad, and I'm double-plus glad I stayed away from the slut-shaming frat boys (carpet-cleaners excepted -- my hat is off to you). Ladies, transfer to a school in California. Or drive a couple hours up to Montreal. Post a craig's list ad in NYC. There are places in the world where a little bit of cooch is standard fare. Don't waste your time on some guy who's gonna bitch about the smell and then give you a UTI with his unwashed bits, or who complains about your shaving job while you're choking on one of his pubic hairs lodged in the back of your throat.
And meat curtains? Seriously? You actually got admitted to Cornell? Please remedy your ignorance by consulting a doctor, a pre-med or someone who actually understands anatomy as to whether vaginal shape is going to become that distorted by a few encounters with dicks. Or the penises attached to them, even.
Amen! As someone who has
Amen! As someone who has had the distinct pleasure of going down on both men and women, I'm continually shocked by how persistent this myth (perpetuated by straight men?) that going down on a men is a picnic and going down on women is hard and yucky in comparison. Both can be funky, and both can be extremely fulfilling, and as someone above mentioned, a huge power rush because, hello, someone is trusting you with their genitals that close to your teeth! Adding copious amounts of your saliva generally neutralizes any vag weirdness, but nothing can remove the gag factor besides tons of practice - It makes no sense to me that some dudes want a girl with an experienced mouth and a brand new vagina.
The uneducated rbc comment is blatant misogyny, and I feel nothing but sorry for someone that entitled. Vaginas, like penii, come in all shapes and sizes, and as someone who claims to have some experience, you should know that a few sexual experiences does not change your shape/size/color - why would it alter that of a woman?