As readers of this column have come to expect, today's topic is in the worst possible taste. The subject, however, is one that is regularly aired on the nation's TV channels in terms that once would have made a longshoreman blush.
With rampant pharmaceutical advertising of naked couples in twin outdoor bathtubs (apparently an alternative form of birth control); women with come-hither looks, and men throwing footballs through suspended tires to get in the mood to go hither, fools such as myself feel only the urge to rush in where angels fear to tread.
Still, angels do not need Viagra and Cialis. There, I have named the troublemakers. Take this as fair warning.
Yes, this column will contain bad puns, unseemly references, squalid imagery and creaking stereotypes. So please leave now if you are one of those people who like to read to the very end just to make sure you are properly offended.
Unfortunately for connoisseurs of bad taste, such references will not be gratuitous but have an actual point. This month, an advisory committee of the Food and Drug Administration voted 18-6 in favor of what is being hailed as the first drug to treat a lack of sexual desire in women.
What was previously prescribed by way of treatment — not by doctors but by guys with cheesy grins — was dinner, a show, candy, flowers, jewelry ("take two pearl earrings and see me in the morning"), mood music and, for those who are old school, oysters and Champagne.
None of this is guaranteed to work.
A woman may soon be able to eliminate the middle man, so to speak, and just pop a pill, which is very much in the spirit of the age. While some may miss the flowers, there's no stopping progress.