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Shiftless men are living like gods and rock stars
while brilliant women are being sexed all the way to the poorhouse.
This is no coincidence honey, this is the tell-tale sign of Lovers' Lobotomy Syndrome.™
In hindsight, the telltale signs of a mass conspiracy were obvious—couch potatoes developing stamina; nerds practicing the Kama Sutra; quickie kings mastering the art of Tantric sex and elderly grandpas sustaining seven-hour erections, thanks to those miracle sex pills.
Suddenly, sexually frustrated women are being pleasured, fantasies are being fulfilled, and the long held tradition of ‘faking it’ had become passé. With gratitude, the women dutifully report to work with smiles on their faces and more good loving on their minds. After work, the women cook, clean, pay the bills, walk the dogs, feed the cats and raise the kids—all with the anticipation of being rewarded with unbridled passion once again.
The women are too busy glowing, moaning and curling their toes to realize that the roles have changed: They’ve become workhorses and their men have become pampered housewives.
The men are not going to work; instead, they are hanging out on the basketball court—even as the lawn grows well past their eyeballs. The men are at home playing video games, ordering movies on cable and hooking up on the Internet.
The men are doing all of these things, openly, and still, all is well in Loveland.
So I've got to do something about it. I'm getting off the therapy couch, and throwing my hat back into the research arena and jumpstart the sex wars.
By the way, I’m Dr. Pat Rizzo.
If you’re under 35, you may know me as the frank host of “Love Lives,” the top-rated late night radio show on Kiss 69 FM. If you’re a little longer in the tooth, you may know me as the first sex therapist to investigate female sexual self-esteem.
Sometimes, I can be the kind, silver-haired grandma-type that bakes apple pies all day; other times, I can be the dirty old lady that instructs you to spread that warm apple pie all over your lover’s you-know-what.
But enough about me.
Let’s talk about you.
I’m willing to bet that you’re one of those women that work your fingers to the bone while your man (AKA your boyfriend, husband, lover, baby’s father, common law husband, sperm donor, soul mate, room mate, or help mate) spends most of his time ‘looking for work,’ ‘searching for purpose,’ ‘finding himself,’ and my personal favorite, ‘finding God.’
Your man is doing every ‘-ing’ verb but working.
Am I right?
Did I hit a nerve?
Don’t be ashamed. What you may not know is that your relationship is pretty much the standard these days. And I should know, I’ve counseled hundreds of couples over the past 40 years and I’ve found a cure to end the madness.
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