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Fast food sends schoolgirls into sexual feeding frenzy

How did I miss this!?!? :p

Theres plenty of foods that are known aphrodesiacs, I always have some chocolate stashed away somewhere for when my girl comes round ;)
Strange, I never saw this thread until now. Oh, and the story is strange, too.😊

I would never think of fast food being sensual.☝
Having gone back and read it the article opens with the sweeping and unbased statement that "fast food is causing sex addiction" within teenagers, but closes with a more plausable psychological reason. Still I prefer the current convo better ;)
Twisted said:
When i eat fast food, it's usually so much that i don't feel like doing anything anymore. 😊
Does this mean that guys should take girls on a date to a fast food restaurant in order to 'score'? :D
hell yea i dont feel like i want to have sex at a fast food
I think the addiction is the other way round, lots of sex makes me need a fix of instant fat and energy in the form of a bacon double cheeseburger meal with some onion rings mmmmm.

Of course the article is BS, I could go to the lengths to pick it apart via SCIENCE! but I'm too lazy for now.

Japanese ladies just sap a blokes strength. :smoke:
That was strange. It all began with the thing that "fast food makes you horny" thing, and ended up far away from it. The real problem, from my point of view, it ain't the fast food, but the fact of young girls feeling alone. THAT is more probable as the root of the problem, don't you think?
Just like some would fill their loneliness with food, easy food as burgers, they will also try to fill it up with something else. If they feel rejected, sad and unlove, they will of couse search for a human touch that will make them feel like they're real, alive and cared, which means the company and touch of another human, and what is closer to that, specially at that age? Sex!
I see no relation between fast foods and their sex addiction. It's even stupid for me! As a marketing technique, it's good.. ya know? Sex sales... But is unrelated to the presented problem.

Anyway, just my opinion.
You know, that little theory about fast food aphrodisiacs may just have explained why my cousins a ****. Or maybe it has something to do with the pickles.
Jeez I never noticed this before! ☝
I only read the first post, though, and this page... :sorry:
It's probably that people who are prone to become sex 'addicts' are also more prone to become fast food 'addicts' - maybe there's something in the theory that some people have a more 'addictive personality'... but I'm too lazy to really think it through...

......... damn, now I'll get horny next time I have a burger. :cry:
The real problem, from my point of view, it ain't the fast food, but the fact of young girls feeling alone. THAT is more probable as the root of the problem, don't you think?

I agree.
It's not the chemical or the fat fast food holds that drives those girls sex addicted. If it were, there's no need for viagra.😊

In my opinion, eating fast foods all the time means their mother doesn't cook for them and that could mean their mother is too busy with something else and doesn't have time to cook for her family, to take care of her children, or to listen to them. Or, maybe their mother do cook, but for some reason, those girls don't feel comfortable at home and don't want to eat at home. I really think those girls are feeling like they are rejected and forlorn by their parents.

When making sex, guys say "I love you" and stuff and by being kissed and held, or by hearing those words, those lonely girls can finally feel they are loved or needed by someone. It's not always true though, especially when he is just a one nighter. Poor girls.
By age thirty-seven, Cathy Alter had made a mess of her life. With a failed marriage already under her belt, she was continuing down the path of poor decisions, one paved with a steady stream of junk food, unpaid bills, uestionable friends, and highly inappropriate men. So she sat down and asked herself what she truly wanted. A decent guy. A nicer home. More protein. When she took a closer look at her wants, she noticed something that seemed very familiar -- with the addition of exclamation points, her list could easily be transformed into the cover lines on every women's magazine: Find the love you deserve! Paint to the rescue! Eggs-actly perfect meals!
So Cathy gave over her life to the glossies for the next twelve months, resolving to follow their advice without question. By the end of her subscriptions, she would get rid of upper-arm jiggle, crawl out of debt, host the perfect dinner party, run a mile without puking, engage in better bathtub booty, ask for a raise, and rehaul her apartment.
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