Nice car - wanna fuck? Sure, I like your shoes.
We supposedly live in a male dominated society. Men wage wars, commit most violent crimes, earn more money, etc. Yet these mighty warriors get reduced to bumbling fools as soon as there is some female skin around.
Women bitch about being objectified, yet they willingly participate. Makeup, exercise, diet, manicure, pedicure, hair stylists, expensive clothes are all part of an effort to objectify oneself in order to attract those bumbling fools who run the world. Men do the same thing - weightlifting, hair styling, expensive car and clothes, power grabbing, etc. Women play with their hair, men flex their muscles. Women worry about their breast or ass size, guys worry about their dick or muscle size.
Ultimately it all comes down to pleasuring the senses of the other sex enough that they'll reproduce with us - preferably more than once to ensure an offspring arrives. If an offspring does not arrive automatically (Dionysus bless contraception) perhaps enough pleasure will be there to allow partners to break down the facade they've built up and actually find something more than fading assets.
In the end, we're in this together. Instead of misunderstanding and mistrusting each other (because, oh my Gray, we're so different) perhaps we should admit that we all play this silly game and get over it. It'll be much easier that way.
So, nice car - wanna fuck? Sure, I like your shoes.
Women bitch about being objectified, yet they willingly participate. Makeup, exercise, diet, manicure, pedicure, hair stylists, expensive clothes are all part of an effort to objectify oneself in order to attract those bumbling fools who run the world. Men do the same thing - weightlifting, hair styling, expensive car and clothes, power grabbing, etc. Women play with their hair, men flex their muscles. Women worry about their breast or ass size, guys worry about their dick or muscle size.
Ultimately it all comes down to pleasuring the senses of the other sex enough that they'll reproduce with us - preferably more than once to ensure an offspring arrives. If an offspring does not arrive automatically (Dionysus bless contraception) perhaps enough pleasure will be there to allow partners to break down the facade they've built up and actually find something more than fading assets.
In the end, we're in this together. Instead of misunderstanding and mistrusting each other (because, oh my Gray, we're so different) perhaps we should admit that we all play this silly game and get over it. It'll be much easier that way.
So, nice car - wanna fuck? Sure, I like your shoes.