Post 7: There is sushi. There is sunshine.

originally created as column 7, October, 2000

There is sushi. There is sunshine.

Lately I’m simply a bit tired of thinking about men. So I met Dafna and Liat for sushi one Friday afternoon. It was a beautiful sunny day. No one asked if us if we were thin or fat, what we looked like and why we got divorced. We sat for a leisurely lunch and I didn’t have to worry if Dafna would call me again or whether Liat would try to kiss me. And I can call either one of them without them thinking that I am being pushy. We don’t have to define our relationship because we are all friends, and I won’t get jealous when they date other men or meet with other women. They will compliment me on my clothes and hair and forgive each other for losing or gaining weight, because there are more important things in life after all.

After lunch, I went home and bought myself flowers and put on some quiet romantic music, and then I took a nap. At least when there is no sex, you can sleep peacefully. So on some days, men, we just don’t need you. When there’s no sex, there is sushi, and there is sunshine.

This writer eats tuna salad, chicken and other, less exotic food. Sushi is a treat.

Post 6: Breasts are not Shoulders

originally created as column 6, September 2000

Why do men think that breasts are like shoulders?

They fondle them like shoulders, and they don’t seem to know that they are not shoulders and are not pillows, but actual breasts. Our nipples are not raisins that will come off when plucked, and tension will not necessarily removed when fondled. Some women like some pain, and I must admit to liking my breasts fondled, except when I was breast feeding - –then breasts to me were the most asexual thing around, and I couldn’t figure out my then husband’s great interest in them. And if some people say that it is because they still miss their mothers, then why don’t women (who also drank milk from their mother’s breasts?) have this great need to seek out breasts?

And what is this business with bra straps showing in Israel? Don’t they make strapless bras here? Why wear this great sexy backless, off the shoulder peach colored dress with a black bra strap across the back? What’s the point of the backless look when the bra strap has to ruin it? I’m no fashion expert, but can someone explain this please? Is there an excess of straps that Israelis need to use them? I guess they wear their strapless bras under t-shirts and long sleeved high cut shirts, when they are not needed. If someone can explain this to me, I would appreciate it. Some of my girlfriends think it’s sexy; others agree it’s just plain ugly, but I just don’t get it.

This writer is the proud owner of more than three strapless bras.

Sex and the City Movie: coming soon to Israel

Bringing you back to the present, I can't ignore the fact that the new "Sex and the City" movie opened in Europe and will come to Israel at the end of the month.

This appears to be the official blog of the movie: http://www.newline.com/sexandthecity/

I'll probably have read all the spoilers by the time I see the movie, but that doesn't mean I won't enjoy it. Anything to believe that these characters are still living, virtually at least.

Post 5: It's in his kiss

originally created as column five, September, 2000


I have heard that some prostitutes do not kiss on the mouth, because this implies an emotional attachment. They will have intercourse, give blow jobs, hand jobs, play psychologist and undergo all sorts of female-male acts, but they do not kiss on the mouth.

So you can imagine my devastation when a very cuddly man, divorced with twins, intelligent, charming and not bad looking would not kiss me on the mouth, and still doesn’t kiss any woman he sleeps with. He is still traumatized by his divorce and it will take some type of therapy, or he will simply snap out of it. He gave his soul to his ex-wife and just doesn’t feel that he can give anymore of himself. So he will hug, cuddle, fondle, give massages, but he will not kiss. You would think that I would be tired of that right away, but I stayed with him because it was a really cold winter and I wanted the male warmth and understanding. No one bought me an electric blanket and my quilts kept falling off the bed, but there’s nothing like a hug. So I was hugful and kissless. When I finally got the kiss I waited for from someone else I felt like some teenager. It was on a second date, months later, and it was in his car. He held my face when he kissed me and I didn’t see fireworks, but I felt like a virgin and teenager again (yes these days virginal doesn’t necessarily go with teenager) but I felt like one.... and now I am simply addicted to kissing. I don’t miss hugs so much or orgasms (I can do that by myself anyway) but a good kiss...not a sloppy one or particularly wet one, but a gentle well meaning warm and romantic kiss, and when I hear Cher’s song “It’s in His Kiss, That’s where it is”, I understand.


This writer holds no resemblance to Cher or she would not have time or need to write this column.