Yesterday afternoon, I went to the Museum of Sex. Ok, I will briefly pause so you can get your giggling out of the way…ready? The entrance to the museum looks like a hip novelty store, and En Vogue’s “Don’t Let Go” was blasting from the sound system. The only difference? Instead of comic books, PEZ dispensers and other novelty items on display, tables and shelves are filled with almost any and every erotic pleasure you can think of: whips, feathers, vibrators, literotica (for those Fifty Shades of Grey fans out there), the list goes on and on.