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Body Count's in the house

I was reading Vice's ideal "body count" article. This is not about a killing spree, or Ice T's foray into the world of rock. It's a delightful new-fangled expression for how many people you've had sex with.  Apparently, in the modern world, these strange fractious, fractured times, this is a big deal. Modern dating seems unknowably sophisticated to me. I don't mean it's upmarket and stylish, but pretentious, unnatural and perverse. A weird filtered, crowdsourced erotic obstacle course. There are dating trends now. Trends in dating. Styles of dating. You people are weird.  Anyway, "body-counts" - such an appealing term - are an issue. Here's what Vice, that cool and verifiable organ, says:  "The data suggests that, yes, sexual double standards still exist - but they're more complicated than the old "stud vs. slut" narrative." Okay, well, at least they're more "complicated".  "So, what's consid...

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