second virginity

(se-kund vur-ji-nitee) n. a state of having technically lost one's virginity in the heat of a moment while a soulful virginity is saved for a man/woman that one truly cares for, e.g., 'Being a second virgin doesn't mean I can't have a boyfriend, or make out with a guy at a party.'¹

The state of Gen X Japanese men and their sexual lives have been likened to "camels in a dry spell." Ouch. But before you pass judgment, it seems that these second virgins do not thirst for physical intimacy with a female partner. In fact, they're content with life minus the conjugal visits (see content Japanese male exemplar, right image). Yes, it turns out these Japanese men find life a lot more fulfilling without the periodic hip thrusts. Sex is just an "annoyance." That's too bad because currently Japan has one of the lowest birth rates in the world². It's so bad there that the government has had to enact several plans to encourage women to "stay home and breed." So, what is a nation to do when the baby-making factory has stopped operating? Here's an idea: toss out the disturbingly graphic japanime and sexually-deviant cartoon pussycat and introduce some grown-up porn to the local newsstands. That way, a natural desire for real human female-loving is once again instilled in Japanese men (the straight ones, that is). Real women, having once taken second place after lewd colored cartoon drawings, will feel desired again. And the government can stop racking their brains trying to draw up more effective procreation-promotion policies because love--erm, or lust for that matter--will pave the way.

¹ Excerpt taken from a cheesy sophomore confessional in SEX, ETC. -Stories.
² For more info, http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/4065647.stm

VoG

(vee-oh-ji) n. stands for the "Voice of God;" one of the nicknames given to Don LaFontaine, one of five major million-dollar voice-over actors famous for his sexy, husky voice in more than 4000 movie trailers; also see The King of the Movie Trailers

Did you ever wonder who was responsible for all those enrapturing trailer narrations that always start with booming clichés like "In a world where..." or "From the bedroom to the boardroom...?" I know I never cared. And if I did, it was merely because I thought the trailer would've been better off without the annoying, over-played baritone voice pumped through the speakers. Even the most avid movie-goer who has never missed The Twenty and has seen every movie preview in existence at least ten times could probably give a rat's behind about the man behind that trailer voice. So, it may appear to be a rather sad life for The VoG, Mr. LaFontaine...but maybe not so sad when you consider how much dough a deep bellowing voice can get you in Hollywood. It seems that there is some unwritten law that all trailers be narrated by a strong, testosterone-loaded voice (see Trailer talk article from www.theage.com). No one wants to hear the Nanny narrating the trailer for Star Wars. Or Mel Brooks narrating for Dances with Wolves. I must say, after hearing LaFontaine's deep...strong...and oh, so manly voice in an interview with Bill Weir, I can see the appeal. And I might even start paying attention to trailers next time.