This is another link I got from Jessica at Feministing today and thought was worth ripping off. I mean, passing on.
The Philadelphia Inquirer today ran a story by Faye Flam (awesome name) called "Carnal Knowledge: In Search of Women's Fabled G-Spot." It begins: "It took decades for society to come to grips with the Copernican solar system, years to put together a complete quantum mechanical description of the atomic nucleus, and so we shouldn't be surprised that sexologists are still grappling with the G-spot."
Maybe we shouldn't be surprised, but we are! There are lots of good sets of directions to the G spot all over the place, such as here and here. But here's the cheat sheet: It's a couple of inches inside a vagina on the front wall (the one closest to your stomach). Even if you don't succeed in finding it the first time you try, the search could be fun all by itself.
Rebecca Traister writes for Salon. She is the author of "Big Girls Don't Cry: The Election that Changed Everything for American Women" (Free Press). Follow @rtraister on Twitter.