I know, you’re thinking, wait, haven’t I heard this one before? And now you’re wondering, Are any of the bloggers blond or Polish? Well, it doesn’t matter, because the answer is the same.
6.
Yes, the number is 6. Shit I kinda ruined the suspense on that one, huh? I shoulda’ made you wait until the end. Yes, it was premature elucidation, which is fairly common when talking vibrators.
More importantly, you should be wondering, How did you calculate this number and what does one do with so many vibrators?
I was wondering the same thing. See…I was at the BlogHer conference along with 5000 other peeps this weekend and I’ve never witnessed anything quite like the Trojan booth, which was giving away free Trojan Vibrations Tri-phoria at the Friday expo. Only in video of the LA riots, have I seen the type of mad rush/looting that I witnessed. Like a freakin apocalypse was happening. Is this what people are putting in their basement bomb shelters these days? Are they edible or something? Do they combat radiation? (I asked myself all the obvious questions.)
There were women walking away with 4, 5, 6 vibrators… tucked in their bags, under their arms, under their chins, and g-d knows where else. Scrambling to the floor to grab boxes that had dropped in the shuffle, like someone had busted a massive vagina piñata or something. (Which, by the way, is an awesome idea for a birthday party, right?)
Not one of these ladies seemed the least bit ashamed or embarrassed. They grabbed their swag with the same nonchalance that you would take a handful of mints on your way out of a restaurant.
I, on the other hand, smushed my one lonely vibrator to the bottom of an opaque tote, fully aware that in 3 short days some TSA agent would insist on checking my bags, only to have it resurface in front of the group of Hassidic Rabbi’s that would inevitably be behind me in line.
Psst. Rabbi, can you hide this in your hat? No? Whatever.
Now that you know how I got the number, I must ask the next question, what could one possibly do with 6 vibrators? Look, I read 50 Shades, I’m a worldly gal. I’ve even outed myself as a dry hump slut, but for the life of me, I can’t figure out the logistics of this lofty endeavor.
I drew a diagram on the plane, but stopped when the elderly gentleman to my left started clutching his chest. Plus, he was of no assistance, as I asked if he could think of any *orifices I’d missed.
So, I ripped up my diagram and pondered the other options.
Maybe some chicks are even more OCD than me, treating their vibrators as if their wet naps.
One and done.
Rip open the box, use, toss vibrator with ease into a trashcan where it circles the rim and “score.” “Honey, let’s tear into another box, shall we?” Though, as someone with OCD, who often washes every towel after a single use, I find this possible explanation rather wasteful. I mean, do you know how many horny women there are in Ethopia who can’t afford a vibrator? I don’t know either, but I imagine the stats are astronomical.
Why, just one of your 6 vibrators could probably satisfy an entire village. I bet you didn’t think of that when you haphazardly threw your barely used toy in the trash. You cold hearted waster!
You probably didn’t even recycle it, Earth killer!
I sincerely hope I’m on the wrong track because that line of reasoning seems unnecessarily insensitive.
I was given another explanation while questioning a woman at the an event on the last day of the conference as to how many vibrators one needs (cause that’s an awesome icebreaker… seriously, try it).
Her response?
4
Yep, she’d taken 4, and why?
She said, “they make good gifts.”
WHY DIDN’T I THINK OF THAT?
Oh, I know… because it’s a freaking vibrator, not a scented candle! There is not one person on earth, not even my closest friend, that I would think, I should grab one of these for her. She loves to be sexually pleasured with and without her husband and so this is a truly thoughtful gift.
I mean I could get her a mug, but that’s generic and we’re tighter than “generic mug friends.” I could give her some of my beauty swag, but we’re not that tight and I don’t share that shit. Nay, a vibrator says, I thought of you in my travels and I want you to have better, more frequent orgasms. If that’s not friendship, I don’t know what is.
Oh, and while I’m here, I should grab one for my mother and the dog sitter, and oooh, my son’s teacher. I never have anything for teacher appreciation day and I bet none of her other student’s parents take a second to consider her vagina.
Wait, I hear they’re giving a big tub of lube at the Banshee party, so I should make sure to swing by there because a true friend would consider possible vaginal dryness.
I know, you wish you were my friend now. But alas I only got 1 Tri-Phoria, so don’t try to become close with me in the hopes of getting free sex toys.
Plus, I’ll know that’s why you’re calling to have coffee.
So, Blogher was a success, here’s my highlight reel in case you were there — or wanted to be there — or know peeps who were there — or you’re one of those people who loves reading the credits. If not, feel free to tell me how many vibrators you think it takes to satisfy a blogger.
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Excellent assessment of Dildogate! I laughed out loud.
Sadly, I did not meet you. Or if I did, I didn’t realize it. What a crazy event.
Perfect term for the scandalous expo!!! I know if we’d of met, you would be on my list of highlights. It was insane!!!
I laughed out loud as I read this post. From the bathroom. At 5am. My husband heard laughing and vibrators (the only answer to his question he heard) and jumped out bed like he was missing a party. I am considering renaming myself Jenny, based on the list of traits that comes with the name, but then…Wendy isn’t so far off. They sound alike when you call them down a long hallway to “come get your free vibrator!”
Oh, and thanks for the idea…I had no idea WHAT to tip the kids counselors when camp ends this summer.
Wendy- I feel like you could have used a few and I wouldn’t have even called you a waster. Ugh, I forgot the camp counselors. Parents love when you give their teen daughters vibrators. Hmm, maybe my daughter’s CIT???
I hope you realize that after you have told everyone that I walk around topless, you owe me the vibrator…lol. Funny, Funny blog, evern the credits weren’t boring, not…
Aw thanks MOM. Don’t worry, I brought you back one too. LOL
Vibrator blog giveaway?
Sounds like a blast. One day I hope to be cool enough to attend this events. My name is Jenny so that’s a good start…
Yes, that is the obvious reason, but never the best!!!! You are a Jenny and you do rock. I say you’re in!
Last night I dreamed that I was skulking through the aisles of CVS with you and Diane and Rachel and Jenny, looking for something naughty. I think I pretty much dreamed this post into existence. You’re welcome.
Um, thanks. Tonight could you go with something more poignant? I’d like to do some kind of commentary on the Mission to Mars, from a technical standpoint of course. Work on it!
Meeting you IRL was one of the highlights of Blogher for me too. And I only walked away with one vibrator, which I completely forgot about until my 11 yo son started going through my swag looking for goodies. 🙂
I knew that had to happen to at least ummmm all of us! xo
You said there’d be no math! ::foot stomp::
I’m just really happy to be mentioned in the same post as a lot of vibrators.
Frankly, that’s why I enjoy you.
Too bad you didn’t have one of those vibrators with you at the restaurant Saturday night. You could have handed it to the lady who watched you take out your hair as a door prize.
I’m thinking she was gunning for the extensions, but she clearly needed to relax, so maybe she should’ve left with both.
Shut the front door! I thought they were neck massagers? NO?
Shit. Off to call my grandma…
The real question may be: How many bloggers does it take to turn a vibrator on?
Listen – rooming with you was a dream come true and I know you are little envious of my thick hair and shwetty droopy boobs, but next time – I am trying on the inserts – gonna go for a buxom look.
Hahahaha. Pmg I’m changing my title right now to how many vibrators does it take to turn on a blogger??? Thx for the inspiration… As always
Great meeting you at blogher … the only thing people were grabbing more then the trojans gifts were the milkmans ass..
He was looking svelt in his uniform! Though I was not unimpressed with the banana from Jamba Juice and I may have given the Lorax a hand job… just sayin.
Nice to meet you too!
It was really nice to meet you at the MC party on Wednesday! 🙂 I was actually kind of shocked that people were taking 5 and 6 vibrators. Really?! I accepted the one they gave me and guess what? It’s for my friend. hahahha!
I was such a dork at that party. I think I circled 10 times and talked to 2 people… and went home. You were one of 2. I had the same feeling. You know, just because it’s free doesn’t mean you need 20???
On the day of my divorce, my best friend came over with chocolate, champagne and a vibrator. I looked at her and said, “You’re a good friend….a really, REALLY good friend” and I meant it. See, vibrators can be the perfect gift!
Rebecca, I stand corrected. I’m off to buy vibrators for my divorced friends as I write this. They deserve it. Plus, I’ll get some for my married friends because we all know they’re having less sex than anyone!
My roomies and I had a lengthy discussion about the vibrator situation the last night. I believe I led the discussion with, “it’s like a vibrator festival.” Seriously. I must be missing something because I just don’t get it.
I’m guessing those vibrators do more than the obvious. Like, maybe they walk your dog or froth your milk or do your taxes, that would make much more sense.
Oh, so that’s why the booth ran out and closed early. Gives fresh, new meaning to the word swag whore. It might be ok to take one extra for a friend, but 5 or 6? That’s just selfish. Says the girl who went home without a vibrator 🙁
Awwww you don’t even get to be a swag whore. Now, you’ll have to head over to Ethiopia and see if you can share one of the village vibrators. See people, see what you’ve done to this poor girl? (Don’t worry, Megan, someone is crying on their vibrator right now.)
Hilarious. And, you should have seen the line/scramble for empty bags at Eden Fantasy. I guess I’m so not impressed with vibrators. I live near a Hustler. Great to see you too!
I missed Eden Fantasy, how many toys can I potentially get searched with at the airport???
I took two, because in the madness I thought they were trying to rip me off by only offering me the puny Pulse. So I demanded the Tri-phoria. It was an ugly display of vibrator entitlement.
You really did your homework… I had no idea that there were options!!!
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There are two venues in which it is perfectly acceptable to give a vibrator as a gift:
1. At a bridal shower, mostly for the embarrassment factor, which can be ratcheted up by explaining to the new (though in these days not likely blushing) bride exactly how the new toy can bring hours of excitement. To her and him.
2. At a divorce party. Okay, it wasn’t officially a divorce party, but when I left the Exhole, I invited a few coworker/friends over for dinner. One of them brought me a really nice “rabbit” vibrator with a card reading “Who needs a man, anyway?” (And when I say “really nice,” I mean I was extremely disappointed when it stopped working – not as upset as when Grandma passed away, but probably more upset than at the death of any late and lamented pets of mine.)
Nici I think you’re right it’s been awhile since my bridal shower but I racked up sex goodies. And hopefully I can continue to stave off divorce. Though I do like a good party.
Jenny, LMAO at this entry! I will need to spend more time reading your blog! I was choking with laughter!
My goal is to choke all my readers. Wait, I think that came out wrong.
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Hilarious! And I’m thinking I need to check this BlogHer conference out! 🙂
Nah, I think I may have hit the highlight. Just buy a bunch of vibrators and give them away to friends… that should do it. Loved Mom 2.0 though!!!
Hey Jenny!
Sorry I’m so tardy to the party, but thanks for the so-sweet shoutout here! Love your posts!
-Diane
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I think it’s so funny. I have been looking into blogher and these vibrators at conferences keep coming up. You made me laugh, thanks.
Hi, Jenny, it is so funny that I just can’t stop laughing, lol