(I’m going to answer this post with the assumption that you celebrate at least the secular part of Christmas, as that’s pretty common in North America. Even if you don’t, you can probably understand what I mean.)
Alright, take a quick look at this picture:
When you see this picture, you almost definitely associate it with Christmas. It’s a happy picture, and you feel happy seeing it. You’re reminded of good times with your family, of happy traditions, of gifts. It’s almost October — we’re nearing the holiday season. You’re probably feeling some joyful anticipation. Christmas songs will be playing on the radio soon, you’ll start shopping for presents, hopefully we’ll even get some snow.
In other words, when you see this picture, you associate good things with it. This picture makes you happy.
An old man with a white beard and a red outfit shouldn’t objectively bring you much happiness. He might look a little silly, but so what? It’s a largely forgettable clipart of a largely forgettable man. So how does it inspire such joyful feelings?
Well, because your entire life, you’ve been trained to associate this picture with Santa Claus, and therefore Christmas, and therefore joy.
It’s the same thing with PIV. Your whole life, you’ve been taught to find joy in PIV. You’ve been taught that it’s good and pleasurable, that there’s something special and sacred about it, and that it’s something to be coveted. Your entire life, you’ve been told that PIV = good.
So when I bring up that much of women’s attraction to PIV has been artificially constructed, that’s what I’m talking about. I’m not saying that you’re imagining the pleasure you feel out of it — just like I’m not saying you’re faking the happy feelings you get from a picture of Santa.
What I’m saying is, those feelings come from somewhere, and in the case of PIV or Santa, they don’t come from somewhere natural, they come from an artificial association with “good” that is a lifetime in the making.
Does that make sense?