The art of Love, in my book, is finding a woman who will make me breakfast in the morning making me pancakes with delicious waffles and syrup.
Then when I am in bed, without being prompted, enters the room riding on top of me putting her pelvis on my pelvis and dominating me sexually.
I don’t like it when you get a pillow princess who makes you do all the work. I want a woman who has a sexuality. I don’t want a woman where I have to tell her what to do, but inherently knows what I want and what to do about it.
Please elaborate you two if you’re making the same point. Fantasy is fantastic and unavoidable, just as reality is real and unavoidable. I read Trixie’s comment as that generation should self-destruct and your comment Mags as they don’t know how to live it up or breed.
The Art of Love? Love seems a bit more like a demonic, nightmarish, cacophonic dance, with masquerade ballers frantically dancing around you in a dim-lit ballroom. A bit like this but not exactly so.
“Why does a woman bleed once a month? Because she deserves it!”
Anyway…I think the problem with this type of feminism is that it portrays women as weak and helpless victims, and in the process, it also demonizes men. So you get women who hold a deep seated grudge against men, and men who are uncomfortable and afraid of women.