The take home goodie lesson is that one should understand what oral-dependency IS… as a life shaping character trait that is programmed in early and has consequences... my mentioning “foodie” culture was to point at the deep oral-dependency programmming very basic in american (and more so with every year… out to global consumer culture) attitudes…
The Shrinx of the world (the people you/we pay good money to straighten us out and send us merrily on our way) have connected the dots…
The dots in question are the relations of links deep in our unconscious minds between safety, identity, nurturance, obedience, the way our primary connections form and are maintained, and how we stuff our faces on a regular basis…
Thus… early experiences with food, how we are fed, the sorts of stuff we are fed slowly generalize into “global attitudes” about how we relate to romantic interests (what we carry around as an inner model of a nurturing relationship), how we consume information… can’t help but notice that much of the information we consume is strongly geared to oral-dependent psychology… i.e. over simplified baby food or crispy sweet snacks, nothing that requires too much chewing or strong digestive enzymes, please… we bore easily, you must understand…
Well, well… how do pheromones fit in with all these breast feeding issues ? Orals, you see, even in big guys, are what they call the “unreflective, good time Charlie” personality… yee haw, spring break dude,
lotsa nachos and tits (hmmmmm saith the freudians… ) that many a glorious young femme has learned to be oh so wary around… because the oral can go from the ego-syntonic party hearty state to the collapsed, ego-dystonic state of desperate neediness, blubbery sob fests when she changes her mind, huggy snuggly clingy demand for nipple, for nacho, for brewski… and orally fixated women ? Don’t get me started, especially those goddam oral expulsive types that yammer on incessantly about the most trivial ass shite, sending their plate back to the kitchen three times because the shrimp isn’t just so… and home again home again jiggety jig to settle in to some serious TV viewing (“her” show, the one she “has to” watch… or she’ll get cranky… orals are famous for getting cranky… frustrated orals are in sort of a permanent low grade stew about all their irritiations, like they have fiberglass insualtion particles under their clothes… nothing a nice tub of Ben and Jerry’s won’t fix, for about 2 hours until the insulin shock wears off)…
Enter the Sherriff… some get down bad ass pheromone mix that cuts through the crap like Drano through bacon grease. Wham bam… real emotion… direct contact… all the buffers and cushy stuffy goo goo out of the way.. let’s get real baby, talk truth, quit the act and be the resolved state… holy mother of mike ! Saying what you mean and meaning what you say… coming from the gut for once instead of dancing around the fat layers… breathtaking, shocking… you know it’s hard… hard as all get out to be real, undefended… not have a whole heap of defense mechanisms to numb the feelings… heck, a lot of people are scared shitless of real emotion… it is so anti-ritualistic… so anti-compuslive… so anti-fraudulent… so freaking liberating, so refreshing, so ballsy and simple… therefore so feared. 