Mistress Of The G-Spot

To all those men and women who believe in gender equality, it’s time to take equality to bed. In celebration of the female orgasm.

- Maluka Nawal

ONCE UPON AN evolutionary time, there was the righteous man who could induce ovulation in his woman simply through the act of copulation so as to increase the planet’s population. That’s right, if we retrace our evolutionary roots, the first woman Eve—just like her other early mammalian cousins—would actually need her male playmate Adam in order to trigger her ovarian cycle. In order words, no sex…no egg release! Period…(or not!)

Thus, just like our other mammalian cousins, our egg maturation and subsequent ovulation (at least at the beginning phases of evolution) was controlled by our male counterparts and their sexual prowess. Of course, thank god…we were not rabbits, lest the mere presence of the male would trigger our egg release. (Darn…I am sure that’s got to be a patriarchal wet dream!)

Of course, as scientists discovered only recently, this mammalian male induced ovulation actually evolved first and it was much later when—thankfully!—biology decided to take a detour and managed to free the woman (and her ovarian cycle) from the shackles of sex. In other words, women no longer needed a man and/or sexual activity to release an egg. She, in fact, for all intents and purposes, became a cyclical and spontaneous egg-producing/releasing reproductive machine (an evolutionary leap that sanitary napkin companies have much to be thankful for!).