I’ve got good news and bad news. Which would you like first? Since that was a rhetorical question -- and I can’t hear you through the computer no mater how loud you yell, I’m going with the bad news. British researchers at King’s College in London have concluded that the G-spot is a figment of the female imagination. Well, my imaginary G-spot politely suggests you to consider the source. My G-spot went on to say “British men* are lousy in bed. How can they be expected to find me when they can’t even find a proper dentist?” I guess my G-spot is a little sensitive these days.

Now for the other side of the story. French scientists have concluded that the G-spot does indeed exist, and attacked British researchers for their inferior testing methods. Just because the Brits can’t find the G-spot, doesn’t mean it’s imaginary like Santa Claus. (My apologies to any 5 year-olds who just learned that Santa isn’t real while they were researching G-spots). French doctors came to the defense of women, basically saying the G-spot is real, and if a man can’t find it, it’s not the woman’s fault. Who knows, maybe the Brits were looking for it on Google maps?

No matter which side you believe, I’m grateful there are two sides to every story because this way we can all make up our own minds. Personally, I know the G-spot exists, and mine would like to tell you “If you can’t find yours, don’t give up, you’ll discover it in due time. Until then, every girl, no matter where she’s from or how many partners she’s had, can easily find her own temporary G-spot, it’s at the end of the word shoppin “G”.

*With the exception of Bear Grylls. If he can find six types of edible scorpions in an underground cavern in Uganda, he can find anything.

That’s why I’m grateful there are two sides to every story.