The Extinctive Life

Is the extinctive life worth living? CoCo Bernstein ponders between orgasms throughout this naughty little book by Carol Adler. Unlike Plato and other philosophers of the past, however, who would probably make a big deal out of a question like that, CoCo really couldn’t care less or even more, for that matter. It is simply a statement that any person, male or female would make at any age when life itself has failed to produce anything but surprises, day in and day out, especially when most of us except maybe a few diehards, end up creating our own reality.

The title of this work, The Extinctive Life, derives its origin from CoCo’s acute awareness that from the moment we let out our first cry, we begin our slippery-slope-downhill-slide towards physical extinction. Added to this for a woman after the age of 45 with or without stretch marks, is the issue of vanity. No longer is it easy to stroll the world’s topless beaches wearing only a G-string. Even the G-spot needs regular lube jobs.