Really, what does it take to get heard?
The other day, I was at the doctor’s office. Across from me was this really pretty young woman, about 26, maybe. Skin glowing, dimples, the picture of health. She was a representative from one of the big pharmaceutical companies. We started talking and I told her about the work I’m doing. I expected a polite, uh-huh. But instead, in a rush of words, she told me, “I have sexual pain. I’ve been to the doctor over and over and he says there’s nothing wrong.” She went on, but I know you already know what else she said. It amazed me that even within the “ranks,” women are still just patients. I gave her my card and took hers as well. I hope she screams loud enough for someone on the Penthouse floor to hear.