Eric Swalwell recently withdrew from the run for Governor as a Democrat in California when he found himself in deep doo-doo. He’s been accused of harassing several young ladies who came in contact with him recently. Politicians using their power and so-called prestige to seek sexual favours is not a new phenomenon. We’ve all heard the stories about J.F.K., Bill Clinton, and, of course, the United States’ current President, Donald J. Trump. Our own Canadian Prime Ministers must be too boring or not up to the task. Whatever their reasons, I support them. Who can forget the Anthony Weiner fiasco a few years ago? How the current U.S. President manages to get away with abhorrent behaviour is unbelievable. Senator Al Franken was forced to resign for merely miming an inappropriate gesture.

One of the more serious charges against Eric Swalwell includes sending pictures of his “member” to several ladies who apparently aroused his interest. This is where these guys completely lose me. Where on earth did men get the idea that we want to see pictures of their little Johnsons, even the not-so-little ones? Have you ever seen one? Do men honestly think they possess what every woman is clamouring for and will come running once they see a picture of it waiting in their In-Box? What is this world coming to?

Perhaps it’s because I’m a post-menopausal baby boomer, but I seem to have missed the memo about this type of visual material being appealing, or, heaven forbid, something I absolutely must have. Boomers enjoyed our share of sex beginning back in the sixties, but most of it was under the covers, or in the back seat by the dashboard light. We groped; we did all the things you would expect, and we probably released the freest attitude toward sex since the Middle Ages. Boomers brought it out of the closet; we took our daily little pill, and we loved it. Some of us still do.

The internet opened up all kinds of opportunities for curious pleasure seekers to enrich their knowledge of stimulating material, and expand their horizons. The breast implant business grew exponentially, while men were pretty much stuck with nature’s original endowments. The fact remains, I do not want to see a picture of your blinkie.

I suppose the advent of computer-enhanced images was too good an opportunity to ignore, and men embraced the technology. Who can forget that hilarious scene of a naked Alec Baldwin in It’s Complicated, skootching closer to his laptop in an attempt to seduce his ex-wife, played by Meryl Streep? Dare I say, he was probably more confident and impressed with his assets than she was.

Personally, I prefer to see eye candy like Jason Batemen in jeans. He cuts a fine figure, and let’s face it, men really are more attractive in a nice pair of jeans. Or, better still, Liam Neeson in a kilt, swinging his saber in Rob Roy, all those years ago. Let’s just say that I find men clothed in appropriate manly gear much sexier and far more appealing than au naturel.

So, if Eric Swalwell, and any politicians or potential candidates for public or other office are tempted to send me a personal dick pic, don’t waste your time and data plan. I’m more likely to block you and vote for the opposition, as I don’t find anything visually appealing about them. If this is the new way of “courting”, count me out. Am I alone, or is there something I’m missing here? I’m open to other points of view—just not literally.