It is articles like this one that are killing the sexual desire of women. Our culture sexualizes yet desensitizes, deifies yet demoralizes, botoxes yet de-beautifies women every day.

A young girl’s initiation to womanhood begins with puberty, when instead of celebrating the beauty in being born female, she is warned about the Dreaded Scourge of PMS, which will surely set her life a-kilter, relegating to the back seat any serious undertaking in her young life while she is busy fighting off the demons of hormone surges within her body, which will make her the target of endless jokes from the opposite sex, frequently on sitcoms. Oh but what a laugh it will all be. But not to worry, there are pills to regulate this biological unkindness – they are called Birth Control Pills – and all shall be right with the world.

Within a decade Dreaded Scourge #2 will move into her life until you pay it proper attention – the fearsome Ticking Biological Clock – which will control her life utterly, robbing her of her sanity, turning her into a rapacious man hunter, whose every date, thought, move and decision will revolve around nabbing a father for her children.  She will be a manipulative lust monstress. Employers will run from her. Mortgage brokers will fear her. She will hardly recognize herself. But don’t worry, there is a cure for this madness, too – it is called pregnancy and motherhood – and all shall be right with the world.

When her ovaries have begun to wear out, Dreaded Scourge #3, the horrifyingly scary peri-Menopause – will strike almost without warning, robbing her of her sleep, changing her body, reminding her she is no longer the most desirable creature on Planet Earth – a young, nubile, female. She will be vulnerable and question her very existence. She will become depressed. She will crave wine. And chocolate. But don’t worry, there is a cure for this disease, and pills, doctors, nutritionists and psychiatrists standing at the cash register ready to take her money, and after she spends it…all shall be right with the world.

When Dreaded Scourge #4 – the ferocious Men-O-Pause – steps out of its limousine and marches into her house, either she will want to hurl herself off a bridge or her lover or family will want to shove her off one. But then a kind person suggests a little nip here, a little tuck there, here a snip, there a snip, everywhere a tummy tuck, and she’s off and running to the Botoxologist, the plastic surgeon, the veritable full body reconstructionist, and entire towns of people will line up to divest her of her life’s savings trying to be young and beautiful and sexy and loved, yet once again. And after she returns home with a new face, a new body, a new self-image, yes, she may finally feel at peace, and all shall be right with the world.

What’s that you say? I left something out? Yes, it’s insidious Dreaded Scourge #5, running in the background like a computer, letting her know when her Libido is low and it’s time to haul herself off to the garbage heap. Soon, very soon, she will be able to eradicate this final and deadly scourge with…a pill…and all shall be right with the world.

Yes, I know. We fix our teeth. We take vitamins and eat healthy food. We take our bodies to the gym and get our hair cut. We fix our cars, our houses, we wash our clothes. We take care of our gardens and we conserve and preserve the elements that compose our lives every day, so what’s the harm in a little pill to boost our Libido when it lets us down? There isn’t any harm in it at all…except convincing ourselves that lack of Libido should be left up to a little pill to solve to begin with. 

If women were paid as much attention to as stock portfolios, if they were valued more than cars, houses, golf handicaps, titles, salaries…

If life was made delicious for them the way a great chef aims to please the palates of his patrons… 

If they were not turned into maids, housekeepers, laundresses, secretaries…

If they were nurtured the way a gardener tends a flowerbed, if they were protected and honored as the givers of life on Planet Earth…

If they were loved, cherished, respected, told their brains mattered, encouraged to develop their creativity and fulfill their passions…

If they were paid equally for their work…

If they were able to stand side-by-side with their partners at home, and didn’t have to fight to Lean In at work…

If the world were safe for them…

I they were told they were beautiful and important from the time they were little, then…

…Would women need that little Pill? Or would they be Excited just to be women?

I wonder…

http://www.nytimes.com/2013/05/26/magazine/unexcited-there-may-be-a-pill-for-that.html?pagewanted=1