EsquireAccording to a recent survey, more than half of Irish, Swedish and British women own an electronic boyfriend; the south remains more prudish and pleases itself with sombre rosary beads. But the barbaric invasion of the Dildo knight and his squires is well underway.From the Ugly Duckling to the mythical Jack the Rabbit, not to mention the irresistibly-named ‘iGasm’, X-rated devices are leaving the specialist boutiques to point the tip of their vibrating anatomy at the shelves of larger stores across the continent, headed for the bedside tables and handbags of sexual urban women. The shady sex shops of Pigalle in Paris are finished. For example, aficionados can purchase their beloved vibrator or dildo at Ann Summers at London Luton airport, before taking off for real.Another little revolution is the increasing success of ‘ parties, based on the model of innocent get-togethers for 1950s housewives, where a resourceful hostess would show the other guests the latest household commodities (and let them try them out); a sociable concept, and a rather profitable one for the organisers. Is Mr. Tupperware already turning in his grave?