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The other little blue pill?
May 29, 2008 at 2:00 am (Random debates)
Tags: libido, sex drive, table topics
Warning to family: this may be more than you want to know. Read at your own peril.
My husband and I enjoy dining out occasionally. Sometimes we bring topic cards to augment the usual ones on work, kids, pets, money and household chores. Sometimes he boldly explores topics of his own. Recently, my husband came up with the interesting idea of a pill men could take to reduce their libido on command. He argued that in that way, there would be less sexual abuse and men could hold coherent conversations when they would otherwise be distracted by physical needs. At least I think this is what he meant–he wasn’t speaking very coherently. I personally see all kinds of problems with this theory. However, I pointed out that we do have medications available to us and, of course, there are permanent remedies (think eunuch), neither of which have much of a market. Otherwise, wouldn’t the pharmacuetical companies jump all over it? They didn’t waste time with the little blue pill. These are only highlights and by no means exhaustive of this debate. Dinner lasted at least an hour and this was the only topic. However, I clearly think he’s off his rocker or perhaps just slightly frustrated . . . . Sorry, honey. I won’t even dignify his proposed name for this pill in this publication. Needless to say, meals out are rarely boring, although I wonder what the neighboring diners must think.
47 year old lacks math gene
May 27, 2008 at 11:45 pm (College re-entry)
Law school sounded like a good idea at 43. At the end of two introductory law classes, I stared into the frazzled yet tired, gray faces of the newly admitted and nearly retired attorneys and came to the conclusion that this was not the way to end my working career. Switching course, I became a re-entry transfer student at the local junior college. Now, four years later at 1-2 night classes a semester, there is light at the end of the tunnel–at least to transfer. 2 more transfer classes to go. I can do this, I keep telling myself. I will not allow math to be an obstacle to my success as it has been in the past.
I’ve decided that college discriminates and I’m not too happy about it. Many otherwise brillant people are held back from their achieving their dreams because they do not possess the math gene. I can almost guarantee you that I will never have occasion to calculate how much area can be fenced in given a certain amount of fencing. Nor will I ever need to know the half life of radium 210 (or whatever it’s called). Yet, I am forced to learn these things in order to be allowed to administer social services to our elders (my new career path). Ironically, I may be assisting some of those math professors some day (if they ever let me out of statistics) who probably won’t recall what a logarithym is either–and you can bet I won’t be the one to remind them.
