Sunday Humor

My humor sensors seem inactive this weekend which is always odd because there so much ludicrous reality out there each day to work off of.  That’s why I am glad I have my good friend Donna Cavanagh to fall back on whose humor Geiger counter is always lit up.

Finding “Oh,God!” in an MRI Scanner

Two news items crawled across the top of my laptop screen, one right after the other: 1) Cher is not dead and 2) Why I made myself orgasm in an MRI scanner.  Which shall I address first? Okay, we can go in order. I was upset about the Cher thing – not that she is not dead, but that people just believed she was dead because they read it on Twitter. How many times do I have to say this? Just-because-you- read-it-on-Twitter-doesn’t-make-it-true.  Truthfully, I love Cher. I would have been upset if she kicked the bucket and joined Sonny in mediocre singer heaven. I am happy that  we can still hear her belt out that moving classic, “Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves” hopefully for years to come.

Okay, this is the real deal. I pretty much figured Cher was alive, but I didn’t want to sound too eager to jump on the orgasm story.  But here we go. It seems a female science writer is working on a book about how our minds and bodies react when they reach that “Oh – Oh,  God moment!” and the only way to measure this was to participate in the self-fulfilling activity in an MRI scanner at Rutgers University.

I am amazed at this woman. I am not amazed that she had no problem masturbating in front of doctors.  Well, that does amaze me–a lot, but what really threw me is that she could move in an MRI scanner enough to achieve this moment.  I have been in MRI scanners and you can’t move anything – one has more space in a coffin plus you are not allowed to raise your arms from your side or shift your hands or anything while getting scanned. They have super strict rules, so how did she reach her goal without doing any of these things?  I don’t know if the woman’s efforts proved fruitful, but I think she deserves a Pulitzer or Nobel Prize or at least an Adult Entertainment Award – something for just taking on the research.

You know what else puzzles me about the orgasm lady – the researcher – not Cher.  She is getting a lot of flak from morality groups and individuals who find human sexuality research non-essential.  I would like to put a theory out there: I think if we had spent millions of dollars learning how to be good at sex without feeling guilty about it, there would be a lot less disease to conquer. So, to the orgasm lady I say, Bravo!  Bravo on your courage to conduct research on such a controversial topic and really, really bravo on your performance in that scanner.  I think your work in there makes sex in an airplane lavatory seem pretty boring at best.

  Donna’s work has been published in More.com, theSOP.org, and First magazine and local and national newspapers as well. She also has successfully founded HumorOutcast.com where writers around the country ply their trade.

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5 responses to “Sunday Humor

  1. You know in my post Thoughts Without Posts I asked what the Hell is trans-vaginal mesh…..maybe the electronic vibrations aided in the oh-oh God moment….

  2. She sounds like a confident women who has a healthy body image and is comfortable enough with herself to have done this. Bravo to her!!

    —– “She is getting a lot of flak from morality groups and individuals who find human sexuality research non-essential.”

    I would make a wager that a lot of the men in these “morality groups” use a male enhancement drug…..does it ever cross their minds the science behind their precious Viagra 🙂

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