Not For Discerning Readers

Recently I was talking of sexual aids - that is to say, products designed to enhance or otherwise make easier the sex act betwixt two consenting adults, not that horrible disease that Larry Clark gave everybody - I was talking of their convoluted nature and the amount of, in my opinion, unwarranted effort that goes into the purchase and application of these products. Well, in an effort to relay a related anecdote, the other conversationalist with whom I was in discourse says to me "So I went to a sex shop recently with a friend of mine. He used to date the girl who works there. She makes custom dildos. You know, like if you want to get your girlfriend a dildo that's a replica of your d*#k. Isn't that weird? Anyway, blah blah blah..." It is not often that one is faced with such a loaded non-sequitur. "Wait a minute," I said, interrupting the rest of her story which apparently was not about the custom dildos, "Correct me if I'm wrong but doesn't that mean this loving boyfriend would have to go to said sex shop, presumably walk into a back room somewhere, proceed to make himself erect in the presence of this woman who would then have to apply some kind of mold to this erection? That's not a gift. That's called cheating."

But for realies though - what kind of world is this?