I guess if you worked at Baskin Robbins, you’d eventually get tired of ice cream. Personally I’d never get sick of ice cream (particularly when Superfudge Truffle is in season. Yes, certain flavors of ice cream are only available when they're in season -- just like fresh vegetables.) My point is, when you have never-ending access to something, it makes sense if you get tired of it. My married friends tell me they love their spouses, but every once in a while, they get bored licking the same old cone. (Okay, I know that was bad writing, but what are you, the analogy police?)

That's why the big pharmaceutical companies have spent hundreds of millions of dollars to research the female orgasm. Unlike men, they've discovered women's orgasms are psychological as well as physical (no duh) so they’re focusing on the physical (double no duh). Flagging female libidos rejoice, a few Viagra-ish options are right around the corner for women.

LibiGel: A testosterone gel rubbed into your upper arm daily. One woman in the clinical trial said she’s “definitely more open” to sex.

Flibanserin: Developed as an antidepressant, the pill failed to make people feel peppy, but it had the unexpected side effect of making women feel sexy.

Orgasmatron: The arguably unsexy option of having electrodes implanted in your lower spine with a battery in your hip (right now, paralysis, infection, and incontinence could occur if things run amuck)— all for the bargain price of $12,000.

Since they haven’t worked out all of the kinks, those are few clinical trials I won’t be going out of my way to sign up for. I’m grateful for female for Viagra-ish options because one day I may need them. Right now if a guy buys me a pizza I’m pretty much good to go. Until then, I’m off to buy a scoop, or a quart, or a gallon of Superfudge Truffle, because I don’t need the pharmaceutical companies to tell me my need for ice cream is psychological as well as physical.

That’s why I’m grateful for female Viagra.