Are men stupid?

I know that isn’t a terribly nice or ladylike thing to ask but I believe it has some merit, despite it’s negative connotation. If you have ever watched television, the answer to that question is unfortunately a resounding, Yes! I came to this particular realization after a stomach bug had me 18 hours a day in front of a television. It started with Malcolm in the middle, a clever little show that showcases the uglier side of life, marriage, children, and all of the other messy things that go along with it. Hal, the lead male role in the show is played by Bryan Cranston, an exceptionally well trained and competent actor. In the show, he plays a dimwitted moron whose only attainable goals in life are to figure skate and be a good father to his four young boys. I noticed that no matter what happened in an episode the character Hal always needed to be saved from some demise of his own making, the one to save him time and time again from his stupid, self-imposed drama?

His wife, Lois.

That isn’t the only example, you can see it in almost every sitcom on television today. King of Queens is one particular show that follows this distinct pattern all the way down to the bumbling moron husband frought with childish issues and an attitude of helplessness. The male role always in need of being rescued by his well-off put-together business-woman-wife. A wife that makes more money than him, is of higher intellect, and is WAY out of his league in the hottness department. Everybody loves Raymond is the same, the smart and attractive wife counts herself lucky if her husband actually manages to put on pants by himself. How about According to Jim, the sitcom of backstabbing family members and a man too dumb to care for himself, all the while his wife is a charming, petite, ex model, who can cook, clean and change the flat tire without ever dropping the baby on her hip. I understand that sitcoms are television and that it’s all in jest, but realistically I seem to be finding a common thread among so many different mediums. Where has the alpha male gone, the sexy husband with the ability to cook a meal as well as tack up dry wall, and god willing, change a diaper from time to time? Why is television promoting the ignorance and laziness of men, while portraying them as idiots in need of constant assistance? So tell me, is this where we are going as a society? Have we become so comfortable in our roles of life as to allow the dumbing down of an entire section of people?
Is the dumbing down of the male role model something that was intentional on the parts of media moguls, or is it simply art imitating life? (art imitating life imitating art?)

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The days of faking a headache to get out of sex are over, and the days of engaging in healthy sexual activity have been patiently waiting in anticipation for the moral majority to accept the cold hard facts. Sex is fun and believe it or not it has a ton of other health benefits. Let’s explore.

Sex makes you sexy.

I understand how you want to avoid getting sweaty and sometimes its just too damn late, but look at it this way, having sex releases a double dose of the good stuff. Your hormones start working overtime giving your skin a lovely flush, your hair an awesome shine and strength to your fingernails. If you look sexy, you feel sexy.

Sex makes you healthy.

I try to work out in some way every day, but in case I can’t make it to the gym, I can always use the tools I have at home.  Sex ups your heart rate almost immediately and rolling around in the sheets is a hell of a lot more entertaining than sweating it out in the yoga studio. Cardiovascular benefits aside, you are also toning those muscles that need it most and burning calories faster than a Bernie Madoff can burn through your trust fund. If you feel sexy, you are going to look sexy too.

Sex makes you hot.

During naughty time, your body releases pheremones that attract potential suitors like horny little moths to the proverbial flame. For the very same reason we spritz on the perfume, your body actually creates it’s very own love potion number 9, only this one is virtually undetectable by the untrained nose. The more sex you have, the more sex you will be asked to have because of these fun-filled scents. Let’s face it so long as it isn’t uncle tom again, everyone likes being politely oggled.

Sex makes you comfortable.

Sex shouldn’t ever hurt unless that is what you are looking for and there is leather, a very specific safeword,  and a trustworthy partner involved.  Every day lovin’ without the whips and chains will actually help you more than anything and those headaches you keep faking to get out of it can be cured with just a few thrusts. Sex will dialate the blood vessels in your noggin’ releasing the pressure that makes the head ache.  Try it next time you have one of those killer migraines, get down and dirty and I bet through the huffing and puffing you forget your head hurt at all. I do it for the fun of it, I do it for the health benefits, I do it because I have a headache.I do it when my feet are cold or my nose is runny (sex can act like an antihistamine!) and I do it to cure the worst ailment of all…. Boredom.

What’s your favorite excuse to have sex?

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