Listening to sex podcasters talk about sex with sexy people who have lots of sex is interesting…but empty. It’s like reading food writers who write about Italian food with Italian chefs who make lots of Italian food for Italians.
It’s just unsatisfying, like a picture of food in a menu.
I mean, I guess I can boil ramen for the meanwhile, but maybe one day I’ll get back to making linguini from scratch? Maybe? And how many more meals do I have left before I can’t cook anymore? Eh?