"Hey Ladies—how is Your Sex Drive?" goes the teaser at momsgather.com. As "one who kneads bread" [the etymological root of lady], for us it was one of those highway accidents we could not not gawk at. We were assaulted by the meme in the early-morning news just before Tiny came biting our nose and gouging our cheek, demanding breakfast. Here's the deal:
Do you need a little boost after having children? Things just aren’t always the same after becoming a mother and all the duties that go along with Motherhood. A recent survey of American women ages 18-59 found that the most common sexual problem in women is hypoactive sexual desire disorder - It's defined by lack of sexual desire or fantasies. And now there is a medication made just for a woman’s anatomy to help with HSDD - a little pink pill with a decidedly unsexy name, Flibanserin. It is pretty controversial in the medical field but unlike the drugs for men, like Viagra, which improve blood flow, Flibanserin is an anti-depressant that works on the pleasure center of the brain.
We're treading in The Onion and ScrappleFace territory here. Then comes the same-old, same-old anti-capitalism narrative:
In an article on CBS NEWS critics say creating a pharmaceutical solution for HSDD is driven by greed which could translate to $2 billion market in this country alone — "We call that disease mongering, creating a disease when there is no disease in order to sell an expensive product — there are a lot of inexpensive products like a glass of wine or a massage."
We'll drink to that. For old-fashioned girls like ourselves, the music of sweet talkin' words is the food of love:
If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
There's no pill for that.
Crossposted at Riehl World View, Cloven not Crested and Liberty Pundits.
The intelligent but ignorant will never understand. Markets develop when someone produces a product at an attractive price to fill a demand.
Posted by: goomp | June 14, 2010 at 08:54 AM
The pleasure center in Tiny's brain seems to work just fine with the music of the dashing Earl's sweet talkin' purrs. Long may they clowder!
Posted by: Connecticut Yankee | June 15, 2010 at 03:53 PM