Yes, that's why they call it YOUR orgasm

So you’re lousy in bed. What do you do? You write a book about it. Better still, you write a book about it and humiliate your husband. Way to go Carrie (not her real name but obviously fancies herself as Sarah JP character in Sex and the city) Somewhere along this line this shining beacon of confident, modern womanhood managed to persuade some poor sod to marry her and now, because she has absolutely no understanding of how her body works, cannot understand her inability to orgasm. And now all their friends can know the sordid details too.

Here is part of an egregiously written excerpt, that gives you some idea of the self-pity involved:

“Twenty-three men . . . none of them gave me an orgasm, except one – possibly. I wanted it to happen so badly, I think I believed my own faking.”

Carrie, a Cambridge graduate, (you gotta hope she got a First since she obviously didn’t get properly laid) then goes on to talk about the various issues with each man. It seems that she attracted the psychos which says a great deal about her.

Aparently she hasn't done the deed with husband Hal a City banker, for the past four years. 'Sex is something she can no longer summon the effort to endure - with the man she married, at least.'

She is planning to remain celibate until the day her kids grow up (what day?) and she feels able to leave. Then she's off to shag herself stupid, and have lots and lots of orgasms. Just like that.

Hal, whose huge bonuses have probably given her the freedom to write her pathetic tome (and now fund a lot of whores), gets kicked in the teeth. In truth, what whinging Carrie hasn’t figured out is that sexuality is something you carry with you. It’s part of you. You don't suddenly develop the ability to be orgasmic (ok, some of us are born with it). She might try working at it because good sex is often like that, but Ms R senses that Carrie likes to lie back and have it happen. Consequently she's more likely to see god before she gets laid, and even then she’ll have her eyes shut tightly going, “Ooh, god, I can’t look.” If she were of an older generation, you could understand the attitude to sex being something that men do for you. But she's not.

With this kind of shit being published, no wonder men want to stay home and play computer games (and Ms R has only had two dates in January and one of those wasn't a real date.)

Who of The Lady Dictator Robinson's administration is in charge of dealing with stupid, self-pitying, selfish women who've set feminism back a thousand years? And get rid of the husband while you're at it: he's obviously gone along with it (yeah ok I know the promise of all the whores you want is a big draw but he's just sad and Ms R does not do sad).

Truly, this dictator gig is bigger and more work than I thought. I may have to exile myself for a rest.

"For I am done with dictatoring now..Essence of winter sleep is on the night"(apologies to Robert Frost for butchering his beautiful poem, After Apple Picking)