The Current Crisis of Sexlessness

From our television shows to our therapists' offices, we've lost eroticism, and much much more.

This is a guest post by Sophia Ioannou, who lives in Brooklyn.

Betty Draper lies on her analyst’s couch. She lies on the couch; she lies. I don’t know why I’m here, she begins, then amends. She knows why she’s there but she’s nervous. Betty is sad, Betty cannot sleep, Betty’s hands shake, and her mother is dead. One might say that she knows a why, but not

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