Damn, the G-Shot is gettin’ around. The San Francisco Chronicle reported on the new shot, which makes one’s G spot swell to the size of a quarter — provided you have nearly two grand to throw down for the procedure. (Brought to you, by the way, by the same “aesthetic gynecologist” behind Los Angeles’ Laser Vaginal Rejuvenation Institute of America.) The goal is to increase a woman’s sexual pleasure and enable her to have effortless orgasms — all of which sounds great. Except … the scientific research on the shot’s effectiveness is sketchy at best. There’s a host of unpleasant potential side effects, and, damn, that’s a pricey fix for a lazy lover. If that isn’t enough to dissuade you, consider that at least one “G-spot expert” believes that a doctor can’t successfully administer the shot unless the woman is aroused — awkward.
On top of the controversy over the shot, as an accompanying article in the Chronicle points out, sexologists are still battling over whether the G spot really exists. Notorious G-spot skeptic Betty Dodson says “we’ve taken a minority sexual response and made it into the latest fashion that tells women they’re not happy if they don’t have a G-spot orgasm.” But you don’t have to be a G-spot disbeliever to be disturbed by all the increasingly fashionable fault-finding with women’s private parts — and now sexual experience.
A woman can get the G-Shot out of her own, pure self-interest, of course, and that’s all good and great. But there also seem to be some out-of-whack expectations at play. I’m typically turned off by arguments blaming all manner of sexual oddities on our “pornographied” culture, but when it comes to the designer vagina trend it seems apt: Now, not only should women have a porn star’s vagina, but they should moan like one, too.