Good girls don't do that. There are no jokes about Rosie Fingers the way there are about Rosie Palm, a man's best girlfriend. With the rise in vibrators, women don't need to touch themselves to experience pleasure; they can use an intermediary device to put them one step back from the process, to remove themselves from the action.



I can't help but feeling women still need permission to pleasure themselves. We need the approval of a credit card swipe and a delicately labeled box with instructions to get in touch with one of our deepest, most natural urges. While I know this may not be true for every woman that rocks a vibrator, part of me worries that this is just another case where women's sexuality is subjugated to the marketplace instead of celebrated and explored.



I look forward to the day when women are teased about pleasuring themselves the same way men are. We don't need special pink magic wands to access this pleasure; all we need is the knowledge that it is okay, more than okay, a birthright, to experience and enjoy one of the gifts of being human.