I recently read that a survey showed that Netflix is negatively affecting the sex life of its viewers. It seems that men and women prefer streaming to sex.
I learned about sex in the Fifties from Lucy and Ricky Ricardo. Sex happens in separate twin beds. Thus, why it took me so long to find a husband that could fit into my mine. Once that was accomplished, things went along pretty well for 32 years. The beds got larger and we streamed 2 daughters. Then 8 years ago I found myself alone and left to my own devices. I took that to mean electronic devices. My mix master was too dangerous, my electric knife was a no go, my Keurig was a possibility, and my belt sander was a bit too rough. So I did what any normal single woman would do…I tried using the vibrating feature on my cell phone…without much success.
Thankfully, someone understood my dilemma and created Netflix. Now, not only is Netflix NOT ruining my sex life, it is actually my “go to” source for my sex life, along with HBO, The Comedy Channel and National Geographic. So let me say thank you to all those streaming stations that allow me to feel like a vital woman again. (And don’t get me started on the “streaming” feature. My bladder streams all night long).
Forget John Boy. Give me John Snow! Bye, bye Lucy. Hello “Sex Education” (a UK based Netflix series starring Gillian Anderson). I still love my twin bed and until something changes, me and my remote control are sublimely happy together.