A pill that blunts female inhibitions?! No matter how men try to get into women’s sex heads, the results are always funny. And scary. I don’t know how many women chemists worked on this new pill that is supposed to re-awaken our desire (is it really so asleep? Not in Miami Beach!) but judging from the quotes in the Boehringer press release a bunch of men take the credit, and after being released on Bloomberg all the top Google results are macho sites touting this much anticipated drug, by men, by bankers, counting on their shares becoming gold as women start fucking more and their world will be a happier and richer place. What the Fuck, excuse the pun. But what the fucking fuck? Fuck off. Go jerk off, you oversexed, money and sex on the brain macho assholes! Go design a drug that blunts male desires like the need to dominate, control, kill, hunt, rule, make and watch kiddy porn and violent movies. Lets have a drug that blunts the male inhibition to help around the house, I’d invest in that one! Maybe what Boehringer calls “blunted inhibition”, am I the only woman who feels misunderstood by this misogynist pr line, is really a survival mode. Like a way to not get pregnant again, and not be judged for having an abortion (how does our culture unite Viagra, this new pill, unwanted pregnancies and right to lifers?) This unblunting pill’s clinical trials, the so-called Bouquet studies, dubbed Violet, Daisy, Dahlia and Orchid (are we throwing up yet?) showed that their test-women took the drug daily (therein lies the money, otherwise why not just pop Ecstasy when this woman in her thirties and early forties finally finds the time to get to bed while her man is still awake) and after taking it for three to six weeks displayed the side effect of feeling tired. What the fuck? And this is BEFORE feeling horny? I’m confused. Don’t we, the smart ones, the women in our thirties and forties and fifties, KNOW (without studies) that we’re sexually blunted because we are ALREADY tired? Like DUH! And now men have designed a drug that will make us tired yet horny? Either they’re just dumb or I’m lost. Or maybe This IS the drug that will make him help around the house! Like, after mommy and daddy fuck all day, mommy is REALLY, TRULY too tired to pick them up from school, shop, make dinner, do homework, wash the uniforms, and daddy is so happy that he’ll do anything for mommy, whose inhibition is so unblunted that she sucks his dick, does doggy style, is turned on, in the shower, on the kitchen table, tied up in the attic, with the neighbors wife (who’s also unblunted) and her cousin who’s just come back from Miami Beach and doesn’t need no drug, all day long. So what if she’s tired, he says for the first time ever, she has good reason. And, beating his chest, he says. I feel energized, I’ll pick up the kids, make dinner, read them stories and tuck them in. But you gotta promise me one thing honey, that we have sex again tonight. So. My sick undersexed sisters? Is our disinterest in sex a legitimate medical condition, called by researchers HSDD (hypoactive sexual desire disorder), and are we gonna try this one? Hands up by those who admit to HSDD? Hands up by those who sometimes simply feel too tired? Hands up by the men who want more sex than their partner does? Hands up by the men who take Viagra? AHA! More AHA!: Boehringer faces the loss of 1.5 billion dollars in annual revenue when their two older medicines, Mirapex for Parkinson’s disease and Flomax to treat enlarged prostate, lose patent protection next year. Poor poor Boehringer. I agree with the notion that HSDD is a clear example of a disease created by pharmaceutical companies to make healthy women think they need medicine. But what do I know? Sitting by my Miami Beach pool where women of all ages wear almost nothing and are buff, nipped, tucked, filled, implanted, and look like they have sex all the time. I mean Christ, Miami wouldn’t be safe if these women took this drug as well, the whole city would be bounding up and down, causing tidal waves. Call me old fashioned but I’ll stick with the notion that a nanny (for the kids), a vacation, a husband on a diet so he’s nice to reach for under the covers, a few hunky young men around the pool for fantasy value, maybe a Percoset, a drink, a joint or Ecstasy (note to Internet Police, I’ve never touched the stuff) are likely to cure most cases of HSDD. But hey, who am I and what do I know? To be blunt, I’m just a menopausal bitch with young kids, who likes sex but is sometimes too responsible and inhibited to say let me do something for capitalism, let me fuck my brains out and screw the consequences….