The pharmaceutical erection
I cannot say how much I despise Cialis commercials. They are some of the most disgusting, disgraceful, degenerate examples of betadom currently floating about the media. They always follow the same theme, summed up by the statement in one commercial: “For you, life is all about her.”
Really? Life is about her? Her? For any man who buys into that nonsense, he is doomed to forever be pawn of feminine machinations. A man who devotes himself to a woman like some dewy eyed puppy is going to end up winning only the contempt of that woman. The Cialis theme panders to the fantasy of the male surrender to the morally superior female sex. It is pedalizing at its worst. The images in all the commercials are always the same: some relatively attractive cougar who is fun, spunky and energetic being adored by a teary eyed beta of a husband with an extremely limp dick. He looks longingly and lovingly at her, he desires her, he wants her, only he cannot get a hard on. This man, i.e., you, the viewer, are a poor specimen of manhood because you cannot become aroused by your still attractive cougar wife. If only you take this drug, you will once again become the fucking machine you were when you first started banging her twenty years ago. Remember those days when you fucked several times a night? Still, although you may be unable to fuck her, you still love her, you still adore and treasure her. After all, for you, life is all about her.
However, what is most likely the reality of much of erectile dysfunction? What are these pathetic commercials denying? Beyond the real biological problems of erectile physiology, what is this “dysfunction”? Much erectile dysfunction boils down to this: the fact that some men no longer find their aging, overweight wives attractive. I know that if I were unfortunate enough to be married to a two hundred pound behemoth of a woman, I too would find it impossible to get it up. Or if I were married to a sagging granny. Or perhaps just a bitchy harridan. The fallacy that the erectile dysfunction pharmaceutical industry promotes is that just because a woman has a vagina, a man can still get aroused by her. For some men, this is certainly true. For most, however, it is not true. Men enjoy attraction and beauty in a woman. Without that, she is no longer sexually desirable.
Old people should not have sex, period. There should be laws against it. Furthermore, once a man can no longer get hard on, he needs to retire from the game. He should then devote his life to more noble causes than pussy. And for those who are turned on by old, fat women, there are plenty of websites to satisfy your desires. Why waste money on prescription drugs for sexual arousal?
If you can’t naturally get it up anymore, perhaps it is time to develop new interests other than pussy.
But the commercial tells us, For you, life is all about her. No. If anyone, male or female, bases their life on the wants and needs of another person, they are doomed to eternal frustration. And if you do base your life around a woman, and if you cannot get it up and give her a good fuck on a regular basis, you can bet she will be fucking Julio, the young stud who landscapes your lawn every week. Julio is the buff twenty year old dude who wakes up with a raging hard on every morning and fucks as many women as he can get, while you need to take a pill from the local Walgreens to get it up. Who is going to give her the gina tingle?
What the fuck? Has anyone ever seen such a thing in real life? What, was their house destroyed in a hurricane and all they have left are their bathtubs?
Again, for those who have legitimate problems in this area, I wish you well. I can understand how limp dick syndrome would effect some men, and hopefully they can find true help. But I hate these commercials. And what the fuck does the image of the two people in bathtubs in the middle of the desert or on a beach suppose to mean? It is so fucking corny and stupid it makes me want to puke. I wish they would just show a realistic commercial: yeah baby, I just took this pill, now I have a four hour boner, and I am going to fuck the hell out of you, like I did when I was twenty five. That is, if I still find you attractive.
No, just spend a lot of money, take Cialis, and you won’t have to worry about such things. Yeah, right.