A sneeze is one-eighth of an orgasm: sex myths you believed as a teen

YOUR towering obsession with sex as a teenager was only matched by the depth of your ignorance about it. This is the outlandish bollocks you believed: 

Men think about sex every seven seconds

Even the most sexually-frustrated teenage boy struggles with this level of obsession. If men’s minds were hijacked by sex eight times every minute how would they ever focus enough to fry a sausage, drive a Nissan Micra or create a global system of patriarchal oppression?

A sneeze is one-eighth of an orgasm

It happens dramatically, loudly, and you usually need a tissue to deal with the aftermath, but all other similarities are horseshit. If it were true why wouldn’t hay fever sufferers spend all summer lying by pollen-heavy fields sneezing frenziedly into socks?

Wanking makes you blind

Outside of freak incidents involving a particularly effusive outburst targeted directly at your cornea, no chance. As most teenagers privately researched and proved. It’s a lie your parents let you overhear and believe so they could cut down on how often they had to change your sheets.

You can’t get pregnant from sex in water

Passed on almost as advice, as if when you were in a situation where penetration was about to occur without any condoms to hand, you could simply run a bath or plunge into a river. Supposedly, the sperm would get washed out of the vaginal canal with the penis acting as a rudimentary plunger or sink snake, depending on arousal levels.

Blowjobs involve blowing

A simple enough misunderstanding, given the name. However, always awkward to engage in oral sex with a partner who hasn’t been disabused of this fallacy. At best a difficult conversation; at worse a trip to A&E with an inflated urethra. The government should step in with a campaign to rename them ‘suckjobs’ to avoid this confusion.

Five classic rock albums that make you wonder 'was I conceived to this?'

EVER put on a classic album and wondered if your parents used it as their sex soundtrack one fateful night? Now you will: 

Rumours by Fleetwood Mac, 1977

Your mum’s still got the original vinyl and plays it wistfully, her eyes wet with nostalgia and regret. The bitter divisions within the band birthed their greatest album and perhaps also, inadvertently, you. Since you began to suspect you can’t help find You Make Loving Fun and Don’t Stop somewhat triggering.

Pet Sounds by The Beach Boys, 1966

The 60s were a time of wild experimentation, musically and sexually, and the way your dad talks about this album as the high point of the decade leads you to believe he experimented with not using contraception shortly after its release. God only knows, eh?

Blue by Joni Mitchell, 1971

Parents hint about their hippy past before they settled down and got a semi-detached in Stevenage? There’s every chance Joni serenaded them while they christened the bedroom of their Barratt home. What an honour to be conceived to a groundbreaking woman artist. Maybe that’s where your half-hearted when-it-suits-you feminism stems from.

Abbey Road by The Beatles, 1969

Come Together is an undeniably sexy song, though an infrequent occurrence. You’ve sort of accepted that your septuagenarian parents got it on to this at one point. What keeps you up at night is the fear that you came into this world to the loathsome beat of Maxwell’s Silver Hammer. 

What’s Going On by Marvin Gaye, 1971

Silken-voiced Marvin was the equivalent of dimming the lights and taking your bra off for Boomers, regardless of the album being about poverty, heroin and Vietnam. To your mum and dad it was no more than shagging music, the horny, hairy pair of swingers. They’d have done it to the Wurzels if nothing else was available. Which is how your younger sister was conceived.