I happened to be checking out Playboy.com—for the articles (der)—and noticed they had an interview with John Mayer. For some reason, I've become a fan of John Mayer. Not his music, per se, but his general persona. I'm pretty sure that I'd be a similar if far cheesier and way less honest celebrity were I in his shoes. On top of that, he spent plenty of time in my hometown of Atlanta, Georgia, he once apologized to me for hitting on a friend whom he assumed was my special lady, and he named an album Battle Studies, which reminds me of my beloved Wu Tang Clan. Read: Why You Should Reconsider John Mayer
But then, Mayer bellied up to Playboy and lobbed this bombshell:
"It wasn't as direct as me saying 'I now make the choice to bring the paparazzi into my life.' I really said, 'I now make the choice to sleep with Jessica Simpson.' That was stronger than my desire to stay out of the paparazzi's eye. That girl, for me, is a drug. And drugs aren't good for you if you do lots of them. Yeah, that girl is like crack cocaine to me. Sexually it was crazy. That's all I'll say. It was like napalm, sexual napalm."
Sweet sassy molassee. "Sexual napalm." Boi-oi-oing! Mayer then goes on to talk about how being sexually addicted to a person is akin to being physically addicted to a specific drug; at a point, you would sell your couch, my couch and anything else for another go at her, if that was what was required. You go through withdrawal pangs when you're apart, and crave a very specific and very visceral high. Perhaps your brain makes physical changes and those changes can be accessed at a later date by a trigger smell, taste, sound or memory. Read: Community Blog: In Defense of John Mayer
The term "napalm" generally brings to mind the following: "horrible, sticky burning," "deforestation," "scorched Earth," and "Charlie." Rarely does it bring to mind reminiscence or maudlin feelings toward past sexcapades. But the idea of being metaphorically burned by a sexual relationship, in a not entirely negative way, does resonate. Think of your first wildly sexual relationship, especially if the other person was unbelievably eager to please in the sack. Now try and remember: Did that relationship really consist of much more than sleeping, eating and screwing? Did it have no future, but you just didn't know how to end it? "Napalm" may not be the best word to describe such a situation, but it's not 100% inapt. Read: Ranked: John Mayer's Douchiest Comments