Ciallopy, a derivative of calliope, is a new word I defined as, “the increasing weight of data showing the number of men needing erectile dysfunction medication”
I had a seemingly unrelated set of experiences over the past few days that led me to coin that term and its definition.
I was attending a legal seminar put on by a female contract attorney. The seminar was outstanding, the woman’s delivery was as engaging as the topic could possibly be made. The part of my brain that stays in manosphere mode took note of some things, however, that began the process of coinage.
Lets just say that this woman had had some work done. This is not a reference to an augmentation, though that was likely present. It was that the woman was over 60 and had the Joan Rivers thing going on with the nose and face. It was obvious that the beauty that had faded was really something to behold at one time (79 year old that is “hot” anyone?), but Spackle will not cover earthquake damage. She referred pleasantly to her husband, which was a plus. But she made it clear she is a work above all else person.
Populating the class was a cross section of corporate procurement professionals, mostly female. The majority were in their forties. There was not one, NOT ONE, who could by any metric be called attractive. According to what Deti often says, there had to be some women in that room that men would ultimately settle for sexually. I looked again. Nope. Must be a statistical outlier.
We read about men who experience sexual denial regularly. We read that the totality of the Christian counseling regime comes down on these men telling them they must do more, serve more, love more, be more romantic, and then the slow cooker will finally reach temperature.
Those of us who do not regularly experience denial, HAVE experienced it. Its a rare man who has literally never been shut down sexually by his wife. And that’s OK. Sometimes it is of course OK. But there is an iteration of this that is essential to consider, and that is when a wife makes the husband feel as if, yes, sexual access is there, but it not really on the very top of the list. In fact, if you could just wait until the trash is out, the dogs are walked, the this and the that are done, then she will, ho hum, come deal with that other task. And that guy then “gets sex”, but he does not get what he wanted, which is to be wanted.
Finally, I was watching TV and the Cialis commercial came on. The woman gives the guy the eye, they dance in the kitchen (has anyone ever spontaneously started slow dancing in a kitchen to no music in mid day?), and what….yep…they go sit in bath tubs on the hill. No, that’s not right. They go have sex. Sex that she wanted and signaled that she wanted.
That guy needs ED meds? Sorry, no sale.
But the guys who are in one or more of the scenarios I listed above? The guy who has a huge wife? The one with the surgically stretched wife-like creature? Or the one whose wife willingly puts up with sex like a task? Most of these guys want to be faithful and they are faithful. Then they finally get in the mood (which may require the meds to even do depending on what the wife looks like) and the wife makes the man feel like the highlight of his day will find a middling place on her to do list. If that guy allows his mind to dwell there, he could need pharma help doing what he naturally wants and needs to do.
Oh, the final experience was, I was listening to Manfred Mann.
This is a tragedy. The Ciallopy has crashed to the ground.