The Atul Anjan syndrome

It is a truth universally acknowledged that the titillation of man is a design flaw in woman. This is an essential harmony of the universe. You topped the exam which is why I failed it, you exercise which is why I stay fat, and you are appealing which is why I am dumb. The hair trigger that is man’s excitability is pushed to the edge by the overwhelming stimuli around these days: Clouds in obscene shapes, women in jeans, women on mobile phones, women driving, (even if only in the opposite direction and as fast as they can), the colour of grass, rain and mangoes. This is not perversion. This is the devotion of men who worship women with such purity they see the universe as manifestations of womanliness. This is the only reason why the highest traffic on porn sites comes from India, which is what encouraged Sunny Leone to move here in the first place. Our population explosion also is immaculate. This means no one uses condoms. We also have the third highest HIV infection rates in the world. So what the highest porn viewing, second highest reproducing and third highest infecting community of men should certainly not do, is view a condom advertisement endorsed by a porn star. God forbid one of these numbers should come down. Men have a better solution. Instead of female Viagra, why not create a condom for women: One that prevents penetration into pubs, streets, non-titillatory viewing, workplaces, the military, politics, sports and legal professions? Please understand. Men do not gyrate bare and hairy-chested on television going oooh and pointing to what you cannot be or have. Do they flaunt jobs, positions of power, accomplishments, recognition, higher pay, freedom from fear, their decision-making abilities and their general freedoms to do what they want with their bodies, minds and sensuality on mainstream television, cinema and radio like this? Why would you do that to them, hunh, why?