Pink Viagra

The Washington Post’s website published an article today about the phamacutical race to produce a pill for women that has similar affects to men’s viagra. Minus the erection. Basically, it’s a horny pill, and there are numerous companies already in testing process. One company has even created a gel. Hmm.

Companies are aiming at targeting women who are having trouble getting aroused. But some medical and psychological experts say that it isn’t a real medical condition, and that they are creating a pill to treat something that doesn’t necessarily need to treated–with a pill.

After reading the article I tend to agree with the fem-bots who oppose the pill. I oppose the pill because I know somewhere there will be a marriage that goes down the shitter after mommy’s pink viagra goes missing. I also know that after this pill is deemed OK by the FDA that there will be hundreds if not thousands of women who become dependent on the pill and won’t be able to get-off without it. And this makes me sad.

What happened to taking a few shots of whiskey? What happened to closing your eyes, bear with it, and imagining someone else? Better yet, if the problem lies with not being able to get-off… maybe you should find yourself a different lover?

Maybe because I’m only 20 and haven’t yet suffered the ailments and detriments that come with old age–such as our plumbing drying up– but I don’t think that we need a fucking pill.

If I’ve learned anything from my four years of sexual activity, its that ladies: it’s all in your head. If you don’t want to get-off, you won’t. If you’re not into him, no amount of humping will change it. And if getting plastered still doesn’t help, well then my dear, just dont… have… sex.

God, this might open up a floodgate of sexually frustrated women. Can you imagine being obligated to be in the mood cause some douche-bag dude is, then running to the medicine cabinet, wait 10 minutes, then do what you gotta do to keep him in his happy home? There will be houses like that. There’s got to be.

I honestly don’t care too much because it doesn’t affect me directly. I wouldn’t buy the pill, so it’s existence doesn’t matter to me one way or the other. But I DO care a little about our society and they way we will be in the future, and having a pill for every little problem is a little extreme.

I’m just worried that we as human beings won’t turn inward when we have a physical or mental conflict. I’m afraid that someday, my little girl may beat herself up because she thinks she’s too shy, and decides taking an anti-social pill will make it all better. Without ever trying maybe just combatting it while sober, and continuing to do so no matter how awkward it may be at first.

This conflict isn’t new, and the whole “pill for every problem” theory has probably been debated and written about so many times that it’s a chore just to even think about but you know what, it’s going to happen. It’s bound to become a reality and I just hope that my kids, my spouse, and my family members will stay out of that bottomless pill popping pit.

Please God.

Amen. 

Hilary gets emotional

I perhaps spoke too soon. With numbers slipping, Hilary Clinton emotionally speaks to the public on the last day before primaries in New Hampshire.

C’mon Hilary, give us a smile

I, like so many other Americans watched the New Hampshire debates yesterday. Only a quarter of the republicans’ debate and all of the democratic. 

I was amazed at just how much Hilary Clinton picked fights. Now I guess that’s what you’re supposed to do in a debate, and it’s especially reasonable for someone who has come in 3rd in the first primary, but I know that I must not be alone when I say that Hilary seems to lack compassion and therefore has lost likability. In doing so, she has lost many votes and many in the female demographic–one that she could have relied on as the race to the white house continues.

I sure wish she would smile some more. I want to give her a hug then stand back and put a hand on her shoulder and say, “It’s ok honey, to be a little soft.” She’s made her point, she can wrestle with the big dogs. No longer do we necessarily see Hilary Clinton and are baffled about a woman running for president. Having an African-American and a Hispanic candidate has taken the taboo off the running completely and Hilary is safe from scrutiny. 

She’s got balls. I don’t doubt that any more. She can go in there and get the job done–whether that “there” be the white house or Pakistan. But I am a little worried about working class America under Hilary’s rule. Obama and Edwards spoke about the little guy with much compassion and conviction, that for Clinton to not do the same made her come across as unpromising and a little too hard.  I only say this because she is a woman, and women do have a vagina-factor coming into play in pretty much all that we do. There is a maternal instinct that all women possess, a maternal instinct that Mrs. Clinton is correct in assuming that may cause some doubt when it comes to hard pressing issues such as war torture that go directly against our mothering kind nature. She has successfully suppressed this at the beginning of her campaign to get rid of the gender stigma, but now as differences between candidates gender and race are no longer an issue, I believe it would be beneficial for her to loosen the estrogen reins. Not completely, but enough to become likable. At least with the women, who she can get a definite strong hold with.    

The Beatles, Simon and Garfunkel, and Creedence. Futurama.

Ok, so The Beatles are rediculously famous for hit after hit because they wrote hooks. Fucking hooks. I don’t know which one of em was responsible for it, cause I’m not really super into them, but they’re fucking catchy. Good formula. 

Now Simon and Garfunkel–holy shit. I don’t want to seem like a douche-bag with a guitar in hand and emotions on my sleeve, but there’s a certain quality about Paul Simon that gave him this rediuclous talented ability to create novel song after novel song. 

Creedence’s got that dirty southern quality that makes beer drinkers feel chivalrous when they’re actin crazy as all hell. At least that’s what I like about ‘em. 

Look around leaves are brown and the sky is a hazy shade of winter.

Not to change the subject but I think I’d take a moment out of my own time to explain why Futurama just may be the best cartoon… well it’s goddamn good. Every episode has that story-behind-the-story, beginning to end and all-works-out-in-the-end moral plot. Almost a King of the Hill wholesomeness but with much cruder (and funnier) humor. If you have to ask me my favorite episode, it would be “Bend Her” on Season 4 I think.