One of the things I loved about Sex And The City (aside from Miranda *sigh*) was the aspect of eavesdropping on women talking honestly about their sex lives. Only slightly tainted by the reality that it was probably crafted by a crew of gay male writers living in Los Angeles.

Fortunately, the blogosphere comes to the rescue with this revelation on what South African women talk about in the office: dildos. A singularly fascinating conversation that’s all the better for feeling real, and not being crafted for a mass audience.

What does amuse/amaze me is the laissez-faire manner in which women seemingly talk about their sex toys (although I’m surrounded by women at work and I’ve yet to hear them discussing dildos). You won’t catch men crowding round the water cooler discussing their sex toys – mainly because they don’t have any aside from Penthouse, but also because it’s just not done, man. Would men want/need sex toys anyway?

I’ve never really seen the point of dildos either (I mean, as a device … I’ve seen a few dildos in my time, thanks to the lesbian ex-flatmates). You can’t get more artificial than a dildo in terms of placing it inside or around small intimate areas. Surely even a cucumber would at least have that sheen of all-to-goodness nature around it?