Raw oysters—I don’t see the appeal. They taste OK, I guess. The experience of eating them is just awful though—cold lumpy phlegm sliding down the back of your throat. Aphrodisiac, my ass—unless gagging on slimy fish mucus is sexy to you. Gross. —I tried to like them, really I did
This article appears in Aug 6-12, 2015.


“…slimy fish mucous”
AN APHRODISIAC?
There are those for whom that “cold lumpy phlegm sliding down the back of your throat” is not so much an aphrodisiac understood as the stimulus to future sexual engagement but rather the completion of the activity towards which that stimulus was initially directed. This is a difficult question, gesturing as it does to the nature of the aphrodisiac itself. What is the thing?
Some might argue that it not so much the stimulus to some future sexual engagement but rather the anticipation of its successful completion. In other words, the issue comes down to the syntactical distinction between intention and fulfilment. Are the two concepts necessarily mutually exclusive or, indeed, are they mutually complimentary?
To argue for their mutual exclusivity strikes one as odd. It strikes one as being merely philological, a matter of words, rather than a matter of reality. On the other hand, to argue that they are mutually complimentary suggests that, viewed ontologically, i.e., from the nature of its reality itself, the concept of an aphrodisiac, like other general concepts, is sufficiently elastic to embrace both perspectives. Thank you.
A pleasure as always,
Cheerio!
Montrealman, Ph.D.
um…. gag reflex indicator, maybe?
It’s going to be okay, OB. Let me tell you a little secret about oysters. They do exist but guess what? You don’t have to eat them! Some people actually do enjoy them but guess what, OB? That’s okay too! Your life won’t be any worse just because something you don’t enjoy exists.
I gargle with fresh oysters every morning.
I am guessing you don’t swallow
Great projectiles for chasing off raccoons. Gulls, however, are entirely another matter. Then you risk having your lips ripped off.
The ones I had at Boondocks years ago had a hint of lemon and garlic. Yummy.
BTW. I remember seeing a place in Halifax that did steamed clams (not deep fried). Can anyone help me out?
Are these sexual innuendoes?
I think people just pretend to like them. ick. why eat something you are supposed to NOT taste?