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Life in balance?

At the last movie I went to, I watched a preview for an upcoming flick that seemed silly at first. Then the more I started thinking about it, the sadder I felt. It's supposed to be a comedy; if the main character were a real person, I'm guessing he wouldn't think it was very funny.

The movie, due out later this year, is "The 40-Year-Old Virgin."

They made the main character seem nerdy and goofy and inept. And I'm guessing that they might also hint at the notion that being a virgin at his age might make him freakish, an anomaly, darn near a leper. (When in actuality, most women would relish the fact that he's the last available man on the planet with whom she could truly have safe sex.) I'm guessing that most people would think I'm maybe thinking too much about this work of fiction. But at a time when kids are losing their virginity at an alarmingly early age, I found it quite disheartening that the entertainment industry and the media that cover it were going to pick on someone who wasn't promiscuous or dumb or evil.

I also started wondering just how common this might be. Why didn't this guy in this movie just at some point beg a female friend or hire a call girl or woo some desperate girl long enough to take care of business, then move on? Then I thought past the physical act to the other aspects of an intimate relationship that he might never have known...the pillow talk, the falling asleep and waking up in someone's arms, the second and third and fourth and 100th time (which I'm sure would be much more memorable, in the scheme of things, than that first interlude).

So I don't want to see this movie. Seems more like a tragic drama than a comedy.

But I did find out a few interesting tidbits surfing the net re: this topic (thanks to www.sexualrecords.com). The following are listed as the oldest known male virgins:

Nikola Tesla (1856-1943), Died age 87
Eccentric if brilliant inventor of electrical devices (among them the AC generators that power most of the world), Tesla was less successful at having a personal life. He shunned physical contact of any type, going so far as to feign hand injuries to avoid shaking hands with people he just met. One female acquaintance who grew enamored of Tesla reportedly took the initiative and tried to kiss him, causing the reticent inventor to recoil in terror. In all likelihood he died celibate at age 87.

Sir Isaac Newton (1642-1727), Died age 85
Newt, it seems, was such a prude that he didn’t get into any relationship until he was middle-aged, and most historians believe it went unconsummated. It’s also unlikely that he availed himself of, ah, commercial outlets.

Paul Erdos (1913-1996), Died age 83
Single throughout his life, Paul preferred to live a monkish, nomadic life devoted to his studies in mathematics (he published over 1,475 academic papers during his lifetime). Of his celibacy he made no secret, telling reporters that as a child he "could not stand physical pleasure."


Just something to think about...

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