Let’s Not Ruin This with Pictures: Why I Hate the After-Sex Selfie

I’d rather see your hernia surgery than your postcoital bliss, thanks.

By Alexa Day

I am not a prude.

Take a second and imagine me standing behind a podium saying that to you with my best Nixon-style finger-wagging. That was kind of cool, right?

But I’m really not a prude. I’ve been to Those Parties (the kitchen is the place to be, I think, unless there’s a pool). I fell asleep during Last Tango in Paris (butter-related shrieking awakened me). I helped train a male stripper a couple of Christmase...