And there's nothing better than a stand-up triple

It was Philip Roth in his novel The Great American Novel who depicted an intimate conversation between a baseball star and his lover, who asked him what his favorite part of the game was -- assuming he would reply "Hitting home runs." No; it's hitting triples,

...smackin' it, first off. Off the wall, up the alley, down the line, however it goes, it goes with that there crack. Then runnin' like blazes. 'Round first and into second, and the coach down there cryin' out to ya', 'Keep comin'. So ya' make the turn at second, and ya' head for third--and now ya' know that throw is comin', ya' know it is right on your tail. So ya' slide. Two hunerd and seventy feet of runnin behind ya', and with all that there momentum, ya' hit it -- whack, into the bag. Over he goes. Legs. Arms. Dust. Hell, ya' might be in a tornado, Angela. Then ya' hear the ump -- 'Safe!' And y're in there...

I wonder if that might be something of what the writer of the blog I Blame the Patriarchy might have been thinking when she titled her denunciation of anal sex Anal is the new 'third base'. (Courtesy Boinkology.)

The posting is so well written and so acidic that at first it seems like satire, but by the end it's clear the writer is perfectly serious in asserting that "Since the excessively vaunted sexual revolution decreed that all women henceforth would be empowerfulized by their service to male sexuality... too many women have been giving up the vagina too easily, and even blow jobs are hackneyed now that housewives are writing mundane marriage manuals on the subject. 'Regular' het sex just isn't brutal or insulting enough anymore" and thus more and more men are demanding anal sex.