So I read this:
…and I was like, “No, you’re confused - the thread is about fantasizing about food rather than about sex, not fantasizing about food *during *sex…”
And then I got to this part:
…and I was very confused.
Then I reread the whole thing a couple of times, and finally got it.
I often hear women having very long and elaborate conversations about meals they’ve had recently at various restaurants, speaking in extremely dramatic voices and drawn-out tones (“oooohh myyyy GOOOOOODDDDDD”, “it was aaa-maaaaaaaaaaaaa-ziing”), describing every single detail about each item they ate and making ecstatic-looking faces. I have never heard any men having these kind of talks.
I can’t argue with this. My Aunt and I, when we talk on the phone every few days or so, probably spend 30-45 minutes of our time discussing food, swapping recipes and using this sort of language to describe things we have eaten recently. Actually what you’re describing immediately brings to mind the first time I discovered this. I almost cried.
Hrm, when I’m bored at work or in traffic, I’ll often think about what I should have for dinner, what I need to get at the store, etc.
Is that fantasizing about food? If so, that’s a pretty sad fantasy! Fantasizing about sex is much more fun, but not something I really want to do in the office and sitting in traffic just isn’t sexy!
Yeah, it took me a couple of times to notice the “l” at the end of “shovel”.
You really don’t understand how people can fantasize about food? Advertisersseem to understand it pretty well. Food is delicious and triggers many of the same pleasure signals in the brain as drugs and alcohol. Watching a chef smooth thick, rich chocolate frosting over a delicious, spongy cake or listening to the sound of bacon frying and smelling the coffee brewing in the morning can trigger intense pleasure and desire in many people. Hell, they even make an alarm clock that wakes you up to the smell of frying bacon instead of the annoying “beep beep” of a standard alarm clock!
Many women I know take pictures of their food before eating it, when they’re at a fancy restaurant. And share the photos with their friends on Facebook. Never knew any guys to do that.
Are you kidding me? I have shelves of books about food. Histories of, descriptions of, travel stories centered on, and so on and so forth. I often try to imagine how good a mushy steaming baked potato with butter oozing from it and shreds of sharp cheddar melting into chhhhhahhhhh…
Only men do that on my facebook.
Not sold yet.
Showing enticing images of things people enjoy is no big deal. This is done with pretty much everything, because people are often visual. I mean, I’m seen advertisements for water parks where they show people splashing around and looking happy which have prompted me to go, “Holy shit, let’s go to Raging Waters.” Number of times I’ve fantasized about water parks in the past month: zero. Doesn’t mean that when it’s hotter than July and an ad comes on showing people frolicking in the water and laughing that I won’t be tempted to nudge the person next to me and ask, “Hey, wanna go there this weekend?” Using images to allure people is old news, but it doesn’t mean what’s being advertise is the center of fantasies. I don’t fantasize about watches, but that doesn’t stop designer watchmakers from creating sexy ads of watches in the perfect lighting, beckoning me to try one on.
Just how are we using this word “fantasize”? Does it mean to think about or consider at all? Because in that case, you could say I fantasize about Mitt Romney. Hmm, I actually would probably hate-fuck him, but seriously now, when I hear someone “fantasizes about” something, there is an element of fancy or desire in my mind. “Fantasize about” and “think about” or even “like enough that in image of the item is appealing” are different. I fantasize about sex or ungodly amounts of wealth, think about politics a fair amount, and like bicycling. If an advert for a shiny new bike came on, it’d appeal to me, but I spend no time fantasizing or even thinking about bicycles. I think about my plans for the weekend (what am I doing Saturday?), but these thoughts are hardly fantasies.
Fantasize most about food? Really? Most? More than anything else in the world, food? A person who fantasizes most about food has an eating disorder and should seek help.
Some of my best recipes have come from me day dreaming at work.
And I have a penis! (I don’t use it for cooking tho’)
Argh, this reminds me of when a (female) friend of mine got back from a cruise. I foolishly asked her how the cruise went, and she went into 20 minutes of detail about everything she’d got from the “amazing” buffet for the duration of the entire trip. It was excruciating, and we were in a car together so I couldn’t really get away. (Er, nothing against you and your aunt, who presumably both actually want to be involved in these conversations.)
That is the only time I’ve been aggressively fooded at, though, so I can’t say whether it’s more common among women than men.
My fantasies tend toward the complicated and physically impossible, personally.
Hee. My sister and I have the exact same conversations. When I get off the phone with her and I tell my husband she’s been on vacation / had an anniversary / etc., my husband’s first question is always, “And so did she tell you about the food in great detail?” and my answer is almost always, “Yes!”
Hm. I fantasize about sex when my hormones are up, but not otherwise, and about food when I’m hungry, and not otherwise. (I enjoy thinking about both at other times, but I wouldn’t say it gets to fantasy-region.) I get hungry three times a day, and my hormones are up once a month, so I’d say that on the whole I probably fantasize about food more. Though for about a week a month I fantasize about sex pretty much all the time, so maybe it works out to be about even.
That reminds me of the amazing Caprese salad I had on a cruise in Italy four years ago…
‘‘Aggressively fooded at,’’ heh.
If my wife goes away on a trip with friends, pretty much the first thing she’ll tell me about is exactly what she ate. She can recall what we ate on just about every holiday we’ve ever taken. It’s not the sort of detail that sticks in my mind, whereas I can remember the more notable holiday sex. Actually, I hope she can too.
Male vs female brains, I think…
Yeah, my husband doesn’t even remember what he likes to eat, if I ask him. For someone as aggressively food-oriented as I am, it’s a bit weird.
I’m female and I do the same. However, I’m the head cook and menu planner and food budget worrier in our family of five, so I kind of have to.
I fantasize about sex. And food. Not at the same time. The other night I couldn’t sleep and all I could think about was what beers and cheeses to choose for an upcoming beer and cheese tasting.
It’s really very simple. Women can pretty much find sex anytime we want to if we’re feeling strongly enough about it. For men it’s often not quite so accessible.
If women ate everything we wanted to though, we’d probably be immobile, so, like men, we fantasize about fulfillment.
I don’t spend a lot of time thinking about food, but I’ve definintely spent more time wishing for a meal at WD-50 than I have about any movie star.
This is true.
Yeah, I’m the food planner and worrier for our house, too- which has five right now (two adults, one teenage exchange student, and two little kids). I sometimes think meal planning might actually be a little easier if I were less obsessed, and more about just churning out meals.