Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:CVS has a rather impressive selection of “marital aids” (LOL).
Seriously: that’s what they used to call them back in the day!
I'd love to hear the story of how that term came to be...
It started back in 1920. Homer Dekant was newly married to his beautiful, kind, and accomplished wife, Ethel. Both were virgins when they married, and although they'd "explored" a bit, neither was experienced. And while sex was good -- especially for Homer! -- it wasn't earth shattering for Ethel. Or even entirely fulfilling. Marital life was breaking down as Ethel was not getting off but was expected for fulfill all of her wifely duties. She was cranky and annoyed at her bridegroom, and they were barely married 6 months!
Needless to say, the advice Ethel was getting from her mother ("Just lie back and it will be over shortly, dear" and "it's your marital responsibility") was completely unsatisfactory. Homer was equally unhelpful, having been subject to years of misinformation about women and women's bodies. Homer's dad would have actually been able to help Homer, (after maybe hemming and hawing a bit) had Homer brought up the subject with him, having gone through a similar conundrum early in his marriage. But Homer was not brave enough to talk to his father.
Ethel didn't know where to turn. She saw how unfair it was for Homer to find exquisite satisfaction. And she knew from her girlfriends that there was more to sex than just that nice feeling she got from the closeness. She wanted sex to be the bee's knees, the cat's meow, the real McCoy! She wanted to scream Whoopee!
Tentatively, she approached Homer. He, of course, got defensive and told her that was how sex was supposed to feel. Then he told her it was her fault. Then he sulked for a bit. But, being the good man he was, he decided to do some research. The evidence doesn't show exactly where he turned. The library? A doctor? A priest? A whore? Somebody down at the gin mill? We may never know. But suffice it to say he came home to Ethel with a small tool (or maybe not that small) and discreetly left it on her bedside table.
When Homer went to work that week Ethel opened the package while sitting on her bed. Unsure of what it was she examined it -- the shape gave her a clue, but the plug --? confusing, but she plugged it in and decided to explore a bit. Oh, my! That WAS hotsy-totsy!
Well, that little marital aid saved their marriage. Ethel was supremely happy with the results. Homer was overjoyed. Homer bought many many more marital aids like vacuums, washing machines, and stand mixers. But the little vibrator was certainly Ethel's favorite.