I will be thinking out loud in the coming days about these possibilities:

• Does the fashion industry, not only organized religion, depress female sexuality?
• Do science and health research confirm that lower BMIs discourage libido? (I don’t know.)
• Does a Smart Sensuality designer like Donna Karan break through this mold, encouraging women “to be women” and not impotent, skinny ‘amanzons’?

Tracy Quan made an two interesting points about female anatomy in yesterday’s in London’s Guardian.

First up, Quan weighs in on our global fixation on Michelle’s biceps, pointing out that popular culture, the fashion industry, and humans (male and female) are always focused on some part of female anatomy.

Besides calling toned arms the new ‘fetish object’ (food for thought there, Tracy), Quan calls out a key difference between Madonna’s biceps and Michelle’s. In doing so, she helps me identify my own aggravation for Madonna taking heat over her lean, ‘mean’ 50-year-old woman’s ‘body machine’.

In May, 2007, the NYTimes wrote: As the rest of women’s bodies recede in spring fashions, the clavicles, or collarbones, and the upper chest between them, is rising to prominence. Toned shoppers who want to show off their self-discipline in the face of dessert are choosing dresses with a low, but not plunging neckline, a look that is transforming the area above the breasts into an unlikely new subject for women to obsess over.

Clavicles became the new errogenous zone to fashionable women —- if not men. I can’t imagine that men were very ‘turned on’ by this fashion trend.

True, the clavicle is far different territory than thongs peeking out of one’s butt. But it’s also a BMI registry zone. You can BMI-hide under a tent dress, but not in this photo.

Tracy Quan makes the point that: A demure collar bone peeping out from a flowing V-neck blouse makes two bare biceps seem positively risqué. But when you consider some recent options – exposed thongs, derrieres, navels and tummies – bare biceps seem quite genteel.

Are Michelle’s biceps pulling us forward from the good girl, Goodbye Mayberry Demuresville? Perhaps in some official, socially-acceptable way.

The reality of women’s Internet search habits is that we’re not ‘demure’ at all. As I said to a client just yesterday: “We women lie, lie, lie when it comes to our sexual desire. The Internet allows us to take action in private.”