"Well, she is an academic," Gramsci pointed out. "And American to boot!"
"Which is probably why she thought the rest of the world would be interested in what did - or didn't - go on in her bedroom." The Cow rolled her eyes dramatically and sighed. "Well, she's certainly gotten her fifteen minutes of fame."
Gramsci chuckled. "You did notice," he mentioned wryly, "that the story was picked up by The Observer? A UK newspaper? And two days later, in local media, appears a story that finds that chocolate is better than kissing - according to a UK study!"
"Ah, but," the Cow pointed out, "the study involved only twelve people - volunteers - who first had the tantalising sensation of chocolate melting on their tongue, not eating it. Stopping to savour the sensation - that would register off the Richter scale for most people!
"And then they were asked to kiss their partners. Now, bearing in mind they were English, and kissing in public is not something the English espouse, you can imagine they were a little inhibited. Also, these were people in their 20s - who wants to kiss a 20something?"
Or an American academic, thought Gramsci, as the Cow scuttled off to the chocolate machine.