She took a year off from her marriage to sleep with strangers. What could go wrong?

[AnotherRoute]

so I should be a slut now?

I planned to do it when I'm older and blame it on a messy divorce.

hahaha good plan,

 

[Hawaiian Punch]

Rinaldi just seems lost. Still sorting through the psychological debris of an abusive childhood

Be sexually abused as a child and think fukking random strangers outside of marriage is good therapy brehettes.

 

[kingdizzy01]

I guess being a selfish,dumb,old cavec*nt wasnt enough..she had to write bout it and share with all of us normal human beings huh?

she tryin to voice her story so it becomes a normal thing in society where married couples act in this manner. why do all these cacs spit this whole 'progressive' movement when its just progressing to an even more perverse society?

 

[OwenReese]

The Molecule Man cannot even begin to cosign this. This is some perversion that we have not witnessed since the days of ancient Rome. I am disgusted and appalled. The audacity, the gall of a woman to even suggest something like this just boggles the mind. And then thanks to the satanic media, the seed will be planted in the minds of more women and they will want to do it as well. The sanctity of marriage no longer exists unless you are some kind of sexual deviant. I will probably be forced to blast myself bc of what this whore of babylon and thousands of others like her have done. Last night, I played COD and could not even concentrate enough to get anything beyond a UAV and the noobs went unowned. Men like @flea and @sk3ptical need to get their women under check like i have mine.

 

[AtomicUse]

It's absolute insanity.... this isn't a marriage it's a fun house.... the wife is an amusement ride where folks are lined up for their turn and the husband is a clown for agreeing to this...

So you disprove of her behavior , or are you advocating her choice to become a fun house? :concernedobama:

honestly, why not just get a divorce if you were that pissed that your husband got a vasectomy and you really wanted children? I would not give my husband/wife a year pass to cheat on me just because they are pissed.

What if your husband approached you and proposed that you could both be involved with other people outside of the marriage/relationship, to alleviate the brunt of potential cheating?

 

[mcdivit85]

A few things.

1. These two should have never married

I don't understand how people can get married without ironing out some crucials before making the leap. A huge crucial is the desire to have kids. That is one of the major reasons people get married....to have a family. If one person absolutely does not want kids and the other does, say hello to marriage problems.

2. This woman made up an elaborate scheme based on repressed desire

This chick didn't go through a attention whore/slut phase in her younger years. Whatever you don't complete, you will repeat. Maybe she was a "good girl" as she said. Or, judging from her pic, maybe she just didn't get much attention at a young age when the competition was extremely high. So, in her 40s, when men are probably less picky and just want something different than what's at home, she was able to get the attention she always wanted deep down.

3. This chick went to town

A dozen dudes? A chick? Breaking their rules right away? Still having an affair when the expirment was over? Yea, this chick was holding her dikk demons in for many years. This chick is simply a slut who uses her middle classness and being a wife as a cover to lessen the societal blow.

4. Another example of feminism over-shooting the target

I understand the idea of feminsim, especially first wave. Fair wages, the ability to vote, etc. But second wave feminism has turned it into something else. Its funny how feminism talks so negatively about the effects of chauvanism, yet their only remedy to mimic the traits they decry. Yet when they do it, it's ok.

5. My biggest gripe is with the husband

I don't know what these cac dudes are on, but they seem to go for some of the wildest sh#t when it comes to women. I couldn't even imagine my chick saying she wanted an open relationship i.e. "I want to be able to f#ck whoever I want without even having to hide it from you." I couldn't imagine a chick even having the courage to say that to me.

But even beyond that, I could never agree to something like that. Especially as a married man. I'm providing for this woman. I'm putting a roof over her head. I'm on papers with this woman. I share a bed with this woman. And she is so dissatisfied with our marriage that she decides to medicate herself with other men?

B#tch would be fired and sleeping at her mom's house. But that's me. Obviously, this dude has some weak sh#t in him for his wife to:

a. bring this idea up
b. him to accept it
c. his wife to smash not one, not two but at least a dozen dudes in one year....and still break their rules...and still have an affair when she's back

The respect is gone. Dude needs to leave before his wife ends up doing physical harm to him.

Peace

 

[Jimi Swagger]

So basically a really wordy article on open marriages and cuckhold which seems to be more common than not nowadays. At least they dont have a ready made or kids involved in the Shenanigans. Heard one dude in speed dating event who asked a chick if she were into gangbangs.

 

[SouthernBelle]

So you disprove of her behavior , or are you advocating her choice to become a fun house? :concernedobama:



What if your husband approached you and proposed that you could both be involved with other people outside of the marriage/relationship, to alleviate the brunt of potential cheating?

I would tell him that he's with the wrong one. I'm not down with open relationships. I would just find someone who's down for me.

 

[Taadow]

bishes wanna have a pioneer mindset when it comes to sexuality but seem to forget consequences, like dudes aint freeze to death climbing everest or die from dysentry moving out west

These ol' OREGON TRAIL-ASS HOES!
DONNER SEX PARTY-ASS BYTCHES!

 

[Miggs]

Truthfully i blame the fakkit ass husband for being a spineless lame...Women only engage in this type of behavior when as a beta male ur complicit to it...

Put on your fukn man pants and put ur foot down on a whore...If her relationships fell apart because of her stupidity she would stop trying it...

Who the fck sows there "oats" in there 40s

 

[Still Benefited]

See how these women spin things into making you the bad guy and the liar even when you honest? its always the same outcome with most women rather you honest or you lie....you still a lying scumbag in the end

Dude clearly said he didnt want kids upfrront and you agreed to be with him forever anyway....then later in your marriage you decide you want kids and since he doesnt you still find sumway to blame him,even though you knew from the jump

 

[Mr Uncle Leroy]

Get ready for “The Wild Oats Project.” And not just the book. Get ready for “The Wild Oats Project” phenomenon — the debates, the think pieces, the imitators and probably the movie. Get ready for orgasmic meditation and the Three Rules. Get ready for “My Clitoris Deals Solely in Truth” T-shirts.

Robin Rinaldi, a magazine journalist living in San Francisco by way of Scranton, Pa., initially wasn’t sure she wanted children, but she knew that Scott, her stoic Midwestern husband, did not. Over time, Rinaldi decided a baby would add purpose to their lives, but Scott wouldn’t change his mind. “I wanted a child, but only with him,” she explains. “He didn’t want a child but wanted to keep me.” When Scott opted for a vasectomy, she demanded an open marriage.

“I refuse to go to my grave with no children and only four lovers,” she declares. “If I can’t have one, I must have the other.”

If you’re wondering why that is the relevant trade-off, stop overthinking this. “The Wild Oats Project” is the year-long tale of how a self-described “good girl” in her early 40s moves out, posts a personal ad “seeking single men age 35-50 to help me explore my sexuality,” sleeps with roughly a dozen friends and strangers, and joins a sex commune, all from Monday to Friday, only to rejoin Scott on weekends so they can, you know, work on their marriage.

The arrangement is unorthodox enough to succeed as a story, and in Rinaldi’s telling it unfolds as a sexual-awakening romp wrapped in a female-empowerment narrative, a sort of Fifty Shades of Eat, Pray, Love. “I wanted to tell him to f— me hard but I couldn’t get the words out of my mouth” is a typical Rinaldi dilemma. At the same time, she constantly searches for “feminine energy” or her “feminine core” or for a “spiritual practice guided by the feminine.”

But more than empowering or arousing, this story is depressing. Rinaldi just seems lost. Still sorting through the psychological debris of an abusive childhood, she latches on to whatever guru or beliefs she encounters, and imagines fulfillment with each new guy. She still rushes to Scott whenever things gets scary (a car accident, an angry text message), yet deliberately strains their union beyond recovery. “At any cost” are the operative words of the subtitle.

Robin and Scott agree to three rules — “no serious involvements, no unsafe sex, no sleeping with mutual friends” — that both go on to break. He finds a steady girlfriend, while Robin violates two rules right away. “In truth, I was sick of protecting things,” she writes about going condom-free with a colleague at a conference. “I wanted the joy of being overcome.”

The men and women she hooks up with — some whose names Rinaldi has changed, others too fleeting to merit aliases — all blur into a new-age, Bay Area cliche. Everyone is a healer, or a mystic, or a doctoral student in feminist or Eastern spirituality. They’re all verging on enlightenment, sensing mutual energy, getting copious action to the sounds of tribal drums. The project peaks when she moves into OneTaste, an urban commune where “expert researchers” methodically stroke rows of bare women for 15 minutes at a time in orgasmic meditation sessions (“OM” to those in the know). “Everyone here was passionate,” Rinaldi writes. “Everyone had abandoned convention.”

But they are all so uniform in their unconventionality that it’s hard to keep everyone straight. This book needs an org chart.

Rinaldi holds little back, detailing her body’s reactions along the way. At first she is upset that she can’t feel pleasure as quickly as other women, but she finally decides she’s glad that her “surrender didn’t happen easily, that it lay buried and tethered to the realities of each relationship.” Her clitoris, although “moody,” was also “an astute barometer. . . . It dealt solely in truth.”

And truth often comes in tacky dialogue. “Your breasts are amazing,” one of her younger partners tells her. “You should have seen them in my twenties,” Rinaldi boasts. His comeback: “You’re cocky. I dig that.” (Fade to dirty talk.) When they do it again months later, he thanks her in the morning. “Something happens when I’m with you,” he says. “I feel healed.” I’m sure that’s exactly what he feels.

Rinaldi can’t seem to decide why she’s doing all this. The project is her “rebellion.” Or “a search for fresh, viable sperm.” Or a “bargaining chip.” Or “an elaborate attempt to dismantle the chains of love.” Or just a “quasi-adolescent quest for god knows what.”

If exasperation could give you orgasms, this book would leave me a deeply satisfied reader.

One of her oldest friends calls her out. “How is sleeping with a lot of guys going to make you feel better about not having kids?” she asks. Rinaldi’s answer: “Sleeping with a lot of guys is going to make me feel better on mydeathbed. I’m going to feel like I lived, like I didn’t spend my life in a box. If I had kids and grandkids around my deathbed, I wouldn’t need that. Kids are proof that you’ve lived.” It’s a bleak and disheartening rationale, as though women’s lives can achieve meaning only through motherhood or sex.

For all her preoccupation with feminine energy, Rinaldi seems conflicted over feminism. “I would die a feminist,” she writes of her collegiate activism, “but I was long overdue for some fun.” Later, she pictures women’s studies scholars judging her submission fantasies, and frets over “those Afghan women hidden under their burqas” who could be “beaten or even killed right now for doing what I was so casually doing.” But when she finds a sexual connection with a woman who backs away because of “emotional issues,” Rinaldi channels her inner alpha male: “I was drawn to her body but shrunk back when she expressed unfettered feeling. . . . It only took sleeping with one woman to help me understand the behavior of nearly every man I’d ever known.”

When the year runs out, Rinaldi returns to Scott, even though she soon starts an affair with a project flame. She’s no longer so upset about the vasectomy, regarding it as a sign that Scott can stand up for himself (though it may also mean she now cares less about him, period). No shock that post-project, their chemistry is off, and when Rinaldi makes a casual reference to their time apart, Scott finally explodes. “Do you know how many nights I cried myself to sleep when you moved out!?” he asks. “Do you care about anyone’s feelings but your own!?” She was “too stunned to reply.” But the fate of this marriage, revealed in the final pages, is anything but stunning.

“These are the sins against my husband,” Rinaldi recounts. “Abdicating responsibility, failing to empathize with him, cheating and lying.” After blaming him for so long, “in the end, I was the one who needed to ask forgiveness.”

In a rare moment of heartbreaking subtlety, the book’s dedication page simply says “For Ruby,” the name Rinaldi had imagined for a baby girl. Except, “there is no baby,” she writes at the end. “Instead there is the book you hold in your hands.”

And that is a frustrating book, with awkward prose, a perplexing protagonist and too many eye-rolling moments. Yet it is also a book I see launching book-club conversations and plenty of pillow talk — not just about sex and marriage, but about the price and possibility of self-reinvention. You don’t have to write a great work to cause a great stir.

Does Rinaldi reinvent herself? She survives the aftershocks and even seems to discover some happiness, however fragile she knows it to be. So maybe she needed this after all. Or maybe sometimes “empowerment” is just another word for self-absorption.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/news/...-to-sleep-with-strangers-what-could-go-wrong/

[/QUOTE]
a) its an irony to the future past
b) if you like a girl and in love with her, give her what she wants
c) her approach was very insulting
d) she wanted to be married and in love and having a baby, and when it didnt happened she punished him
e) he did not deserve that type of punishment
f) she is scandalous and cannot seperate

question
curious to see...did the marriage pan out or work out?
which communes they be talking about? thought communes was a 70s thing...

 

[El_Mero_Mero]

I aint reading all these replies, but if she becomes a millionaire off of this, I hope he gets half, or enough for spousal support.

 

[AtomicUse]

This isn't a white only thing, I know a couple of black women who've done this. Except they ended up pregnant/had kids with thier boyfriend/fiancé/husband after they went out and got piped by all their homeboys/mutual associates the next city over.

Spoiler

It's just they not writing books about it, and the side dikks aren't spilling the beans.

 

[Entropy Fan]

folks out here still marrying white hoes

cac hoes should be like the untouchable caste in India