Women On Top

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Otherwise, young men who endeavor to gain insight into the fairer sex may stumble across books such as these and develop the wrong idea . First we use social network analysis to map out fighter jet transfers during and after the Cold War and examine the extent to which historical structures of international hierarchy shape contemporary supplier-receiver relationships. And so women were safely divided into madonnas and whores, the one to marry and become a mother, the other to fuck.

Society adapted more readily to women's entry into the workplace than to their growing into full sexuality. While the inventors themselves may have personally retreated to the asexual rules of their parents against which they once rebelled, we are the world's greatest consumer society and thus reluctant to abandon anything that sells. How could man wage his wars, put his shoulder to the industrial wheel if half his brain feared that he was being cuckolded, that the little woman was at home -- or worse, not at home -- satisfying her insatiable lust? As such, it didn't reveal much more on her subject matter; it felt more like a self-review on what her book had stimulated in the conversation and how she viewed the reactions, sort of a report on her own book. Perhaps, I am not sophisticated enough to understand the genius of her work but I found Friday's 'Women On Top' to be little more than an exercise in simple titillation.

Here is a collective imagination that could not have existed twenty years ago, when women had no vocabulary, no permission, and no shared identity in which to describe their sexual feelings. Nancy Friday, whose collections of women’s sexual fantasies include My Secret Garden and Forbidden Flowers, offers up “a smorgasbord of sensual scenarios” ( New Women) in this explicit New York Times bestseller that puts women in control of their sexual destinies.

Four years later it would be the identical story with My Mother/My Self, the book that grew immediately out of My Secret Garden's questioning of the source of women's terrible guilt about sex.

We blame men for all the injustices against us because it is easier than acknowledging our fear and anger at women/ mother. Apparently, women fantasize about horses and donkeys and being able to enjoy their stamina before an audience of cocktailing onlookers. It was patriarchal society that needed, for its establishment and survival, to believe in male sexual supremacy, or more exactly, women's asexuality. The angry feminists, having little sympathy for men or the women who loved men, turned up their noses at the sexual revolution.