An Antidote of Another Sort

An short excerpt from a short story, from a short book, entitled, "This is Not My Life- That's a Much Longer Story."

Is it ever anything but autobiographical, she thought to herself as she set down her Pinot and began to write. What a tease, she believed, to think it possible to divorce ourself from our Self as central theme.

Though as of late, she had been encouraging her husband to read more, she hadn't half expected the text. A paraphrase, although too eloquent to be his own, yes, it must have been lifted in it's entirety, a quote making the case for female Viagra. No accident that only an hour before, she had glanced at an acquaintance's Facebook status expressing her frustration over her students' inability to fully grasp the notion of plagiarism.

The quote, in summation, needed no further argument to be anything but convincing- for the premises that he had apparently omitted, she simply filled in from her own life. Have women in this liberal and post feminist age become too radicalized in their roles and related expectations that they have dropped the desire to faux-procreate once they have already offered their womb twice over to the preservation of the race? It seems in all the emasculating that's apparently occurring in the modern American family, women are tolerating man's whims less and less. And, the NY Times finds this newsworthy? And, he finds this mid-afternoon text-worthy (simply hyphenating all words that are apparently not words, but she believes they should soon become).

Perhaps female Viagra is the answer, or perhaps, she thought, another antidote of an altogether different sort. Emasculation seems to be impossible to occur if women aren't simultaneously being de-feminized. She thought back to the college years and the women's lib-beat on the street feel of her courses and thought there was one missing; the course needed to bring full circle the link between expectations (the kind that are met) and attraction.