Ladies, have you ever found yourself watching television late at night and that dreaded male enhancement commercial comes on?

I never understood the point in using something that can possibly cause more damage than repair. However, at a certain point in your adult life it becomes important to be able to pleasure oneself and your mate.  Look at those KY commercials that come on every fifteen minutes. Women obviously need an “extra push” sometimes as well.

When I came across this article on Vogue’s website I was immediately drawn to it. The topic of female enhancement is not as openly discussed as it is for males. The products mentioned in the article are brow raising and thought sparking.   These are things that make you say hmmmm.

Here is an excerpt from Vogue:

It’s Valentine’s Day 2012, and your lover is already in bed, hinting madly. But, as on most nights of late, you’re just not up for sex—not without a little boost. Slipping into the bathroom, you consider your options. The remote control for the Orgasmatron is in the bottom drawer. That’s tempting: Just flip it on, adjust the dial, and the electrodes implanted in your lower spine should do the trick. But you can’t help worrying that the battery implanted in your hip might overheat—which is not exactly the sizzle you had in mind.

Opening the medicine cabinet, you pull out the slyly named LibiGel. Just one pea-size drop of the testosterone gel, rubbed into your upper arm daily, might get you in the mood. But the risks of hormone therapy give you pause, and besides, you’ve still got plenty of testosterone surging through your body. The love injection is another possibility. You eye the hypodermic syringe of bremelanotide, the synthetic peptide that promises hours of delirious arousal. Let’s face it, though: Shooting up for sex feels weird.

It’s decision time. You grab the vial of flibanserin pills from the top shelf. The experimental antidepressant was a flop until women (and men) in a pilot study mentioned that, while still gloomy, they were feeling decidedly sexy. Company researchers admit that even they don’t fully understand how flibanserin alters brain chemistry to stir desire.

But time is fleeting. You pop the pill and cross your fingers.

Forget vibrators, soft porn, and Marvin Gaye. Women’s sexual problems may soon be remedied with a pill, a gel, a shot, or a jolt. All are in the pipeline seeking approval from the U.S. Food and Drug Administration. And all are designed to treat what some sex therapists and drug companies are increasingly calling a psychiatric disorder: female sexual dysfunction. Depending on which study you believe, crippling sexual problems—affecting desire, arousal, and orgasm—afflict either 12 percent or nearly half of all women in the United States.

To read the rest of the article, click here.

What would you do if you were in your mid-twenties/early thirties with little to no sex drive?