We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I only have a minute to post, but I was amused both by a comment, and by Bird Dog's response. He should have asked me to do it for him, but he would never bother me on a beautiful weekend.
Mr. Anonymous, our critical blog friend and a sporadic reader of Maggie's, seems to feel offended by Maggie's "misogyny" for referring to female's desire to breed. Misogyny? Two out of our five regulars are women, with 7 kids between us two. Breeding is our thing, and semiotics comes second! (joke)
I know Bird Dog would be happy to take on another one, too, but counting genitalia is not his thing (as far as I know, but I know him well enough to know that he would not be that wierd).
Our blog is not totally into genitalia - mostly into ideas, but we do like humor and irony (despite being a no-irony zone). And we cheerfully defy any PC bull. But let me inform Mr. Anonymous about something his daddy never told him: men are sex objects for women. We spend a heck of a lot of time and money and energy looking for good breeding partners with decent genes and morals, and when we find them, we do not give them a vacation from their manly task: we put them to work and expect that they will give us their all. I wonder what asexual world he grew up in, or what lesbian college orthodoxy he was indoctrinated into, but it is not the real world. Maybe he went to Swarthmore? True, occasionally we enjoy getting one over on you guys with our "boo-hoo-hoo," but it's just a game we play.
We do not appreciate males who do not respond to our sexual, feminine selves. In fact, we are painfully hurt and offended if you do not. Truth. (My 16 year-old daughter concurs with this statement.) If we flirt with you, you had damn well better flirt back with interest and some snappy repartee.
We lovely, charmin' women women are breeders. We are designed for it - read our hips - and you fellows know you cannot resist our charms. No doubt about it. Sometimes we take an evil delight in toying with you, using our magical, witchy powers. Almost anything else we do is for fun or money - and this is not the time to get into the life of the spirit. Got it? Enough said?
Now I have a tennis match - and my pal and I are gonna crush our hubbies. David - now there is a real man and a fine hunk, and I'd love to fantasize about trying to "receive his serve". Rock-hard, I am sure. Nude tennis - there is an idea for the club: nude mixed doubles. A good thing. No distraction whatsoever! Haha - we are not a libido-free zone at Maggie's Farm!
That is the vilest post I have ever read. It reduces women to mere biological organs on legs. You think you are teasing men, but you are degrading your own sex and gender to the level of animals. It does not do the cause of women any good to put our reproductive drive on display - in fact, it damages it. I cannot believe a woman physician would even mention it. Just unbelievable, and shameful. Call me "disgusted."
I don't think that failing to acknowledge reproductive drive helps women either, Allie. What are guys supposed to think when we are flirting? That we're coldly and rationally doing it to torment them?
Still, it's important to also acknowledge that sex and flirtation is not all about breeding when it comes to humans (and other social primates). If it were, then flirtation would be very dangerous for women, since in the absence of birth control, women have a much greater demand on their bodies and time than do men. Breeding without committment is good for men and bad for women, in general. (Although it depends on the support structure and how superior the man's genes are perceived to be.)
But flirting is different--it's part of our social glue, too. It reinforces the different roles of men and women--in particular, that women are to be supported and protected, not taken advantage of because they are physically weaker. In modern society, having a bunch of strong men around to protect you from hostile tribes (and misbehaving men) is not so important. But the glue is still there, and we're pretty good at separating the physical side of things from the corporate side of things, so it doesn't necessarily negatively impact progress in the modern world.
(That said, it is the case that women who flirt a lot at work tend not to be promoted as highly, so it can come at a cost if overdone.)
Where one has to be careful is when someone starts defining themselves by their sexuality. If someone is particularly attractive sexually, sure, there's nothing wrong with that person noticing and enjoying it. But if that's the only thing they notice, it doesn't say much about their diversity and richness as a person. Similarly, completely hiding from one's sexually also doesn't say much about one's confidence in oneself. We're human, and we're best off when we face up to all the breadth and potential that entails.
Call me old fashioned, call me repressed, call me a hopeless romantic, but just call me if you're the one I'm thinking of right now...I love most men, but very few of them sexually. Flirtation makes work and church and dreary volunteer work infinitely better. But I don't find myself feeling lustily for more than one or at most two men in any given decade.
Men are a whole lot more than sex objects. Yes, they are mates primarily so IQ, health, ability to earn a living, and wit are essential. Would you want cloddish kids? So you pick a husband based on a kind of Mary Poppins list (honest, dependable, hard-working, religious, likes women and kids, smart). But for me men are primarily important because somewhere inside, directing those testosterone fuelled energies may be The Man, the knight in shining armor, the troubadour, the high school sweetheart one writes ten page letters to--sex is great but romantic love is better.
When I am an old lady in a nursing home, having long since exhausted my spouse into the grave, I hope I will still be batting my eyelashes across a room at the home's lone bachelor (if he reads and doesn't tell me about his plumbing difficulties). And exchanging books and notes with romantic messages writ between the lines...