W and I were riding in the ol' minivan yesterday. She started talking about some drug that they are testing that increases sexual desire in women (yeah, right, as if). I said "that sounds interesting" or something similarly non-committal. She said, "just like a man. You think women need something to increase their desire so that they can keep up with a man's sex drive. Why don't scientists work on developing a drug that decreases a man's desire?" She goes on a rant about her answer to that question which deals with male dominance of the scientific/pharmaceutical industry, female submission, you know, the usual radical-feminist stuff.
I say, "you know, there are women out there who would probably welcome a drug that would increase their man's desire for them." I'm thinking that, if such a drug existed, Honeypot would be slipping it into Mr. HP's coffee every morning, his beer every night, slipping it into his open snoring mouth in the middle of the night, etc.
She said, "there are no women who want their husband to want MORE sex than they are already wanting." HUH? NO women? Oooh, I want to tell her SOOOOO bad to tune into Radio SSM and here some of those women, but I don't. I just tell her that I think she's wrong, that such creatures do exist.
So, in my W's reality, men are animals who are ever ready, who just need a "vessel," and women are civilized beings who occasionally indulge men to keep them happy.
Her view of reality is truly messed up.
Hairdog - who really does love this woman, but who refuses to be her "sistah."
