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Phillyist Interviews... Jim Daniels

After the unhappy revelation last week that Philly is slacking in sexual satisfaction, Phillyist thought we could take matters into our own hands (or phones) and help y'all out. Or at least get some more information from Trojan, the source of the survey. Plus, we were curious what the condom-makers are like. Are they hard-partying lampshade wearers? Lascivious Lady Godiva types?

This Explains EVERYTHING

No wonder Philadelphians have a reputation for being surly. Turns out Brotherly Love is the only kind of lovin' we get. According to a survey conducted by Trojan Condoms, Philadelphians only have sex an average of 73 times a year. That ties us with Dallas and Chicago for the second-lowest rate of sexual activity in the country. To make matters worse, Philadelphians are only 64% satisfied with what action we do get.

Phillyist has been known to run with an older crowd, maybe because inexplicably we were/are the youngest by at least 10 years at most of our places of employ. A fun game to play if you have a good decade to work with is “what was different?” This sometimes devolves into discussions of Slinky (yes, we are old enough to remember when they were exclusively made of metal). When working with a more serious bunch, though (sexual health clinics can be trying), we realized that, perhaps more than anything else, the fact that we do not remember a world before AIDS informs our perspective and marks us as belonging to a particular generation, one that doesn’t really remember a world without crack, either. Growing up in the thick of the early days of the epidemic, back when most people were still worried about sharing a water fountain with a positive person, made us appreciate the enormity of the crisis. It did not, however, have the same devastating impact upon us that it had on many people who had to watch as staggering numbers of friends and colleagues succumbed to the mysterious syndrome. Harvey Fierstein commented once that AIDS nearly killed Broadway—and he wasn’t kidding.

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