Science: The G-Spot Does Not Exist, But …
A Series of Fallopian Tubes
Okay, we’ll get right to it — scientists have determined that there is no definitive G-spot that brings a woman to orgasm. But this comes with a caveat. Because as we all know, something is going on down there, and it’s making something happen. So, we’ll put this in clear, non-scientific terminology for you: there is no spot, but there’s an area. We have not been chasing unicorns.
After 60 years of research, studies, and tons and tons and tons of vaginas, it has been determined that the mythological erogenous spot named after German gynecologist/Noble Holy Grail Knight Ernst Grafenberg is non-existent. Way back in 1950, Grafenberg swore that “an erotic zone always could be demonstrated on the anterior wall of the vaginal along the course of the urethra.” And then, in 1980, Dr. John Perry and Dr. Beverly Whipple doubled-down and named the still-not-exactly-discovered spot after the good doctor.
And now, it’s all over. After studies, and test, and biopsies, and filthy, filthy taxicab confessions, there is still zero evidence that an anatomical structure fitting the description of the G-spot actually exists.
But wait … Just because there isn’t a structure, doesn’t mean there isn’t something sexy going on down there.
Scientists had women, um, “look for their G-spot” while being scanned by an MRI machine and there is no doubt that the brain was receiving anomalous signals during the stimulation process. That, plus a better look at female anatomy — we’re referring to the bigger-than-originally-thought clitoris, the Skene’s gland, and the urethra — has led researchers to believe that the inaccuracy is calling our horny button a “spot.”
“It should be called the G-zone or G-area,” [Dr. Barry R. Komisaruk] said. …
“It’s not just one spot. It’s a confluence of a number of different genitally sensitive organs.” Komisaruk compares the zone to New York City because of its convergence of different structures.
“New York is only a spot if you’re looking at it from outer space. It’s a complex area.”
Still think New York is the unfriendliest city? Pssssht.
Well, this is like finding out that unicorns aren’t real, but Pegasus totally is! So maybe we have to stop calling it the G-spot, and start calling it the G-zone. That just gives us some time to decide whether G-zone sounds more like a flashy nightclub or a flashy work out routine.
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