America, You Sexy Bitch by Michael Black Meghan McCain Page A
Authors: Michael Black Meghan McCain
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Sometimes it is a small gift and sometimes large, but it is always a gift.
But sex is also a gift you take. I want my children to know that accepting a gift requires more responsibility than giving one. Giving is easily forgotten, but when we take, we carry a tiny bit of the giver with us. Hence: crabs.
Who we love is less important to me than that we love. I hope they feel comfortable enough with their bodies that they are able to talk about sex with their partners, that they are brave enough to know who they are sexually, and to never be ashamed of themselves for what they want.
Sex is powerful, physically and emotionally. When young people don’t know how to handle its power, they are more likely to make mistakes. When we make sexual mistakes as young people, we tend to make them again and again as adults. When my kids decide to have sex, I want them to be well informed, safe, and ready.
I hate that sex is so politicized. It maddens me when politicians try to insert their own values into my bedroom (or the back of my sweet custom van). We are a nation founded on liberty, so let us agree that our orifices are our own, into which we should have the liberty to insert whatever we like. In fact, one of my favorite lovemaking songs is Ray Charles’s version of “America the Beautiful . ” Nothing gets me going like the image of all those fruited plains.
Meghan: I think back on how mad I got when then-candidate Obama publicly dissed Las Vegas at a town hall in New Hampshire, saying, “You don’t go buying a boat when you can barely pay your mortgage. You don’t blow a bunch of cash on Vegas when you’re trying to save for college. You prioritize. You make tough choices.” President Obama’s comments received a lot of backlash from the city of Las Vegas, which had already been one of the hardest hit by the sagging economy. The city has built a reputation as America’s playground, and though I’m not bringing a kid here anytime soon, it’s only because I don’t plan on having any. One of the most amazing sights here these days is families on vacation. Many people don’t even enter a casino while they’re here; instead they come to shop at stores they can’t find in the Midwest, and eat at big city restaurants while still feeling like they’re in a pretty small town. Add to that the lure for new business being led by Zappos, and you begin to understand how terribly wrong President Obama was to sling shame in this direction.
I was among many voices that came out publicly defending the city. Americans need to take breaks, and no other city provides the benefits and deals that Las Vegas does. Ever since that incident I feel an even larger responsibility to promote the city, and to defend any of us who find a void filled by the entertainment here. And hell yeah, I’m having a good old time tonight, but Vegas doesn’t exist just as an excuse to party. The city is a symbol of many things that are great about America: innovation, impulsiveness, the American Dream of hitting it big, our gambling nature, and that we are a country that would build an entire city based simply on the notion that what happens here promises to stay here. I mean, come on, President Obama, “Viva, etc.”
Salt Lake City, Utah
The X-Men
Meghan: I always hate leaving Las Vegas, or worse, waking up to leave Las Vegas very early in the morning. As beautiful as the Strip is at night—all lit up, sparkly and seductive in its excess—the city looks depressingly barren and naked in the sunlight. Without all of the neon lights to highlight the architecture of the casinos, it seems monotone and bland, like all the glitter of the showgirls and tinkling of ice cubes have gone to sleep for a well-earned twelve hours. There’s a reason why I usually do my gambling in the daytime, when I have a clear enough head to walk away from the table up a few. The city doesn’t really come out to play until the sun goes down.
Our flight to
But sex is also a gift you take. I want my children to know that accepting a gift requires more responsibility than giving one. Giving is easily forgotten, but when we take, we carry a tiny bit of the giver with us. Hence: crabs.
Who we love is less important to me than that we love. I hope they feel comfortable enough with their bodies that they are able to talk about sex with their partners, that they are brave enough to know who they are sexually, and to never be ashamed of themselves for what they want.
Sex is powerful, physically and emotionally. When young people don’t know how to handle its power, they are more likely to make mistakes. When we make sexual mistakes as young people, we tend to make them again and again as adults. When my kids decide to have sex, I want them to be well informed, safe, and ready.
I hate that sex is so politicized. It maddens me when politicians try to insert their own values into my bedroom (or the back of my sweet custom van). We are a nation founded on liberty, so let us agree that our orifices are our own, into which we should have the liberty to insert whatever we like. In fact, one of my favorite lovemaking songs is Ray Charles’s version of “America the Beautiful . ” Nothing gets me going like the image of all those fruited plains.
Meghan: I think back on how mad I got when then-candidate Obama publicly dissed Las Vegas at a town hall in New Hampshire, saying, “You don’t go buying a boat when you can barely pay your mortgage. You don’t blow a bunch of cash on Vegas when you’re trying to save for college. You prioritize. You make tough choices.” President Obama’s comments received a lot of backlash from the city of Las Vegas, which had already been one of the hardest hit by the sagging economy. The city has built a reputation as America’s playground, and though I’m not bringing a kid here anytime soon, it’s only because I don’t plan on having any. One of the most amazing sights here these days is families on vacation. Many people don’t even enter a casino while they’re here; instead they come to shop at stores they can’t find in the Midwest, and eat at big city restaurants while still feeling like they’re in a pretty small town. Add to that the lure for new business being led by Zappos, and you begin to understand how terribly wrong President Obama was to sling shame in this direction.
I was among many voices that came out publicly defending the city. Americans need to take breaks, and no other city provides the benefits and deals that Las Vegas does. Ever since that incident I feel an even larger responsibility to promote the city, and to defend any of us who find a void filled by the entertainment here. And hell yeah, I’m having a good old time tonight, but Vegas doesn’t exist just as an excuse to party. The city is a symbol of many things that are great about America: innovation, impulsiveness, the American Dream of hitting it big, our gambling nature, and that we are a country that would build an entire city based simply on the notion that what happens here promises to stay here. I mean, come on, President Obama, “Viva, etc.”
Salt Lake City, Utah
The X-Men
Meghan: I always hate leaving Las Vegas, or worse, waking up to leave Las Vegas very early in the morning. As beautiful as the Strip is at night—all lit up, sparkly and seductive in its excess—the city looks depressingly barren and naked in the sunlight. Without all of the neon lights to highlight the architecture of the casinos, it seems monotone and bland, like all the glitter of the showgirls and tinkling of ice cubes have gone to sleep for a well-earned twelve hours. There’s a reason why I usually do my gambling in the daytime, when I have a clear enough head to walk away from the table up a few. The city doesn’t really come out to play until the sun goes down.
Our flight to
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