In the spring of 1998, I publicly revealed that the orgasm is not the crowning achievement of my life. Having been bombarded for months with the “spin” regarding Bill Clinton’s most infamous national sex scandal, I felt compelled to make my own statement. I was sickened by the excuses. “It was just a lie about sex.” “Everybody cheats.” “Boys will be boys.” “That depends on what the definition of the word ‘is’ is.” And my favorite; “If I were Clinton, I’d have done it, too.” To which I quickly responded, “And I wouldn’t want you to be President, either.” I...