For today’s rant, Village Idiot Camille Paglia almost hurts herself, wondering why middle class folks aren’t having enough sex lately.
WILL women soon have a Viagra of their own? Although a Food and Drug Administration advisory panel recentlyrejected an application to market the drug flibanserin in the United States for women with low libido, it endorsed the potential benefits and urged further research. Several pharmaceutical companies are reported to be well along in the search for such a drug.
The implication is that a new pill, despite its unforeseen side effects, is necessary to cure the sexual malaise that appears to have sunk over the country. But to what extent do these complaints about sexual apathy reflect a medical reality, and how much do they actually emanate from the anxious, overachieving, white upper middle class?
Female viagra? What a load of bull shit. Maybe the ladies haven’t wanted to f*ck lately because they’re freaking tired. With the recession most of them are supporting their families and yet still doing seventy five percent of the housework and childcare. And maybe they don’t want to have sex because no matter what they do they can’t look like the anorexic airbrushed chicks on TV. Almost every girl my age has low self esteem, and that is because of society’s ridiculous expectations.
They are supposed to be pretty and perfect and get good grades and go to college, just so they can get married, have a lousy career and push out two or three kids that they raise all on their own. What a life! Who wouldn’t get hot living that American Dream?
But Camille has more pearls of wisdom we aren’t supposed to roll our eyes at.
Only the diffuse New Age movement, inspired by nature-keyed Asian practices, has preserved the radical vision of the modern sexual revolution. But concrete power resides in America’s careerist technocracy, for which the elite schools, with their ideological view of gender as a social construct, are feeder cells.
In the discreet white-collar realm, men and women are interchangeable, doing the same, mind-based work. Physicality is suppressed; voices are lowered and gestures curtailed in sanitized office space. Men must neuter themselves, while ambitious women postpone procreation. Androgyny is bewitching in art, but in real life it can lead to stagnation and boredom, which no pill can cure.
Meanwhile, family life has put middle-class men in a bind; they are simply cogs in a domestic machine commanded by women. Contemporary moms have become virtuoso super-managers of a complex operation focused on the care and transport of children. But it’s not so easy to snap over from Apollonian control to Dionysian delirium.
Pharmaceutical companies will never find the holy grail of a female Viagra — not in this culture driven and drained by middle-class values. Inhibitions are stubbornly internal. And lust is too fiery to be left to the pharmacist.
And neither will you, Camille. My girl b*ner just deflated into a zipper reading that idiotic, poorly written, unintelligent and completely off-base horse shit.
Sexuality is not being repressed because women aren’t having as many babies and men are emasculated by family life and offices. Sexuality is being repressed because for the past ten years the middle class has just been TOO tired. While morons like Camille Paglia marvel over their superior sex lives with fellow upper crust tool bags and their sexual enlightenment, the middle class works their asses off so they can get a tax cut. Our libidos are non existent because our lives suck, not because our values are not as enlightened as yours.
Furthermore, our libidos are also non existent because you ass wipes tell us they should be in the media. OMG, you WORK for a living? Your wife WORKS too? You shop at Wal mart? YOU DRIVE A MINI VAN? How do you ever get horny?
Sex is sex. The media suppresses sexuality and our culture and the Patriarchy suppresses sexuality, that much is obvious. But it doesn’t matter if it’s in the back seat of a ford focus or the back seat of a Royce. You have to at least have to have time to do the nasty.
Now does anyone know who Camille Paglia’s husband is? I think I’m going to go sleep with him.