We’ve Got a Robot Vagina Problem
(The Pomeranian will make sense in a minute.)
When people talk about sex robots, they tend to steer the conversation toward beauty standards.
“If we can just buy our perfect partner,” they ask, “what’s the motivation to have sex with each other?”
I find this skepticism to be unfounded, based on a bleak judgment of human beings. We need more than sex. We need love, connection, passion. And if people think mind-blowing sex can be had without those things then, well, they’ve never had mind-blowing sex. (I will die on the hill that reciprocated love makes sex better.)
If, at some point, we find A.I. capable of reciprocating love, maybe some folks will fall through the cracks, but I think most people will still only be able to love another human being. If anything, sex robots might make people appreciate the connection between love and sex more, strengthening relationships, changing priorities, and — wait…but what if robot vaginas are — like — fucking amazing?
This is not a criticism of vaginas — vaginas are magic. If I were a wizard, I’d only make potions out of vaginas. Wait — no. Shit. I mean — you get it. It’s more like how I love apricots, but then go to a 5-star restaurant and think, Holy shit, I didn’t even know apricots could be made to taste this good…
