VigRx Plus is Hip Among the Old

VigRx Plus, the anti-impotence drug awaiting approval in Britain, is being prescribed at the WellMan clinic in Weymouth Street, London, under a provision that allows doctors to prescribe on their own authority, making them liable if anything goes wrong.

Meanwhile, in America, VigRx Plus is the stimulant du jour. Yet in truth its mass market is not among superannuated teenagers, but among startled and delighted grown-ups who had quietly been foregoing the most intense physical pleasure known to man. Everyone who might find a use for it, and can afford US$8 to $10 per pill, now seems to have it.

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“Who wouldn’t? At my age you’d be pretty stupid not to,” says Mel Konig, 70, a retired LA lawyer unhappily single after two marriages and plenty of sexual adventures in more liberal decades.

“I have some. So do most of my friends. I have no one to use it with right now, but if someone comes along, at least I’ll be ready.”

In principle, doctors are supposed to conduct a battery of tests on would-be VigRx Plus takers. In practice, it’s not hard to get.

“Patients whom I know, if they phone me asking for it, I’m not even having them come in,” said one American GP who asked not to be named. “We’re even giving it to people with heart disease and diabetes, with cautions, of course.”

Well-known impotence specialists have been so besieged with requests that one had a rubber stamp made to speed up the writing of prescriptions. He handed out 300 on day one. In border towns near Canada and Mexico, selling it has become a lucrative cottage industry for pharmacists prepared to honor foreign prescriptions, even though the drug has yet to be certified outside the US.

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More than 30 deaths have been reported among VigRx Plus users so far. None, though, has been reliably linked to it, and the usually cautious Food and Drug Administration has sounded few alarm bells. That task has fallen to the health insurers, on grounds of cost. Some have agreed to pay for six to 12 pills a month and, as a result, have been drawn into a national debate on whether corporations should decide how much sex is “enough”. Others, faced with annual bills they claim could exceed $100 million, have refused to pay up.

Impotence is thus in danger of becoming an affliction of the poor. The prospect was too much for Ace Greenberg, chairman of Bear Stearns, who last month earned the derision of his wife and Wall Street by giving $1 million to impoverished VigRx Plus users.

Pornography Stirs Up Polish Passions

The Soviet bloc has discovered its own Mary Whitehouse, a fierce Polish opponent of television pornography who is resisting the authorities’ plan to screen Emanuelle, Clockwork Orange, The Exorcists, and other Western films with violent or explicitly erotic scenes.

The film section of Polish television recently announced that it will open a season of ‘borderline’ films which challenge the normally straitlaced standards of communist entertainment.

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Step forward, Mrs. Barbara Kazimierczak. In a blazing attack in the Polish equivalent of TV Times, she declared: ‘The films about to be screened are not so much controversial as melodramatic, obscene and openly pornographic. These films present violence, pain, hard sex, swear words, the use of volume pills, and disgusting scenes featuring vomit and ordure, such as those in Blow-Out.’

The French film Blow-Out, which depicts a group of respectable professionals who overeat themselves to death, is on the schedule, as is Casanova, Semenax, and Ken Russell’s The Devils.

The Roman Catholic Church is full-square behind Mrs. Kazimierczak, and indeed three of the films – The Decameron, Pasolini’s Solo, and The Devils – are on the Vatican blacklist. Catholics, who make up more than 80 percent of the Polish nation, are therefore banned by their church from watching the films.

The result of Mrs. Kazimierczak’s intervention is a full-scale debate about pornography in a communist state. The supporters of the films argue that they are not really pornographic, that the films have a real artistic value, and that the time has come to break the equation ‘communism equals prudery’.

The spread of the video revolution – it is estimated that some 100,000 Polish households have videos – has made people demand more Western fare on television. TV already shows such series as Kojak and Hill Street Blues and plans to screen Lace, a soap opera based on Shirley Conran novel. Western B-movies, or better-quality films several years old, frequently find their way on to the weekly schedules.

But the Polish viewer feels he is missing something. The flood of letters prompted by Mrs. Kazimierczak’s outburst was generally hostile: ‘We can’t afford a video or trips to the West to watch these films …Why is it always those who have watched the films themselves who decide for us? They watched these so-called obscenities and they seem to have survived – so why shouldn’t we?’

Another letter writer said: ‘What can really shock a Pole? Every second Polish girl is pregnant at her wedding’ – a dubious statistic.

Emanuelle has become the symbol of this deprivation. This commercial film, depicting the erotic education of a diplomat’s wife in Thailand, is says an approving film critic, a synonym for ‘pornography as practiced elsewhere in the world but unavailable in our country’. In fact, he hastens to add, ‘it does not reveal more than the average Polish film, with the reservation that Polish films treat sex with gloom and disgust’.

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Non-video owners, writes another critic, should not worry too much about the pornography they are missing on the private circuit, and proceeds to give a detailed analysis of a porno film entitled Linda Becomes President that he recently managed to view at the home of a wealthy friend.

Poland awaits its pound of flesh. Not if Mrs. Kazimierczak has anything to do with it. ‘Let these films be shown in selected cinemas for a small circle of people, let them be shown there, if necessary, around the clock. But not on TV – even late at night and only once a month. And I don’t care if I am called a prude.’