Perhaps if we all read more we would know more. Another option, however, is experiential learning. There are some things, however, I’d rather learn from a book or someone else.
A prime example is golden showers. I really don’t need or desire to experience this to understand the meaning. I learned about it when I was young, when my cousin informed me this was how one gets pregnant, “A woman sits on the toilet and a man pees in between her legs.” Although this was clearly not an accurate accounting of conception, it was a good indication that my aunt or someone she was dating was into water sports. Apparently my cousin never shared this information with Beaner, because she asked what it was at book club, when we were discussing sex and dating.
From here, our conversation turned to sex toys. “We should totally read a book about sex. If I didn’t have the ability to be a lawyer, I would totally do something related to sex for work,” one of the book clubbers, an attorney, excitedly told us. She then went on to describe a ‘spit cup’ of sorts for those who are into fellatio. You can’t read that in a book. Well, you probably can, but the pages are probably stuck together.
While we were all asking questions about acts, devices, and other things with which we weren’t entirely familiar, Sleepless posed a question that was related to all of these things and our newly acquired only dating profile. “What’s a cornhole?” In addition to being a fun lawn game, it’s also another name for one’s anus. Like the lawn game, a bag in the cornhole scores three points.
Book club, it’s not for your average reader.