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.
