I wonder if anyone will take offense if I propose that when it comes to sex, males have an appetite for novelty. I’m not sure appetite is the right word when you’re talking about non-human animals but scientists refer to the male predilection for variety as the Coolidge Effect. A bull, worn out from copulation, shows no interest in the cow he just had his way with. But bring on a new cow, and he’ll be rarin’ to go. I remember interviewing one researcher who said that, in his experience, the Coolidge Effect in rams is nearly infinite. “As long as you keep supplying the male with new ewes, he’ll keep going until his body wears out.”
I came across the Coolidge effect when I was writing an article for Psychology Today about the differences between the sex lives of gay men and straight men. At the time, gay men, on average, had vastly more sexual partners so seemed more predisposed to the phenomenon. Heterosexual men were barely holding their own and the theory was that in order to be in relationships with women, men had to tamp down their natural appetite for variety. There’s been a cultural sea change since then and in any case, one needs to be cautious when applying biological principles across species. The term, however, does have its origins with humans. Some people say the following story is apocryphal. I prefer to think that it’s not because I love it.
One day, President Calvin Coolidge and his wife were visiting a government farm in Kentucky. They took separate tours, apparently to accommodate their respective paces. When Mrs. Coolidge passed the chicken coop, she asked the farm hand posted there if the rooster copulated more than once each day. “Dozens of times,” he replied. Impressed, Mrs. Coolidge said, “Please tell that to the president.”
When the president arrived at the coop, the farm hand dutifully reported: “Mrs. Coolidge wanted me to tell you that the rooster copulates dozens of times a day.” The president was amazed. He thought about it for a moment and then asked: “Same hen each time?” The answer: “Oh no, Mr. President, a different one each time.” The president nodded, smiled and said, ”Be sure and tell that to Mrs. Coolidge!’
I will concede that it strains credulity to attribute this reply to the man they called “silent Cal,” the man about whom Dorothy Parker, upon learning that he died, remarked, “How can they tell?” I, however, will forever give him credit.
I feel like this “men need novelty” theme is a given in our culture. That’s why when I read a recent NYT column I was shocked: “…studies show that in long-term relationships, women are more likely than men to lose interest in sex, and to lose it sooner. Why? Because women’s idea of passionate sex depends far more centrally on novelty than does men’s.” The writer (a psychologist from UC Riverside) didn’t even refer to the Coolidge effect here nor go into any more detail about this role reversal. Here’s the column: http://www.nytimes.com/2012/12/02/opinion/sunday/new-love-a-short-shelf-life.html?pagewanted=2&_r=1&
I wonder what quick quip silent Cal would have about this?
Perhaps it’s novelty with the same rooster.
President Coolidge – who knew? What a guy! xx