I recently inherited my husband’s old mobile telephone. I was amused to see with what he likes to entertain his ever-present bodily urge: a photo of a nice-looking lady adorned his screensaver – she had her legs spread. Got a problem? I do not. The little choo-choo train carrying all politically- and sexually- correct ideas about how women should be obliged to pass up on their role as sexual beings, passed by my doorstep and disappeared into the mist without me, long, long ago. I believe to have seen a bunch of sexually frustrated women on board, distracting themselves furiously from the barefaced absence of a good shag, with their knitting, shopping requirements, and managerial meeting agendas.

What is it with the idea that competence, achievement at the workplace, and intellectualism are not combinable with a healthy physical response to one’s environment, and a bit of sex after dinner?

To be frank, I had not considered that there were women out there who had a problem with evidence relating to a man’s sexual desire. But when the photo surfaced as a joke (on the day I received the phone, just before I had the chance to delete it) it spurned on a debate about the Role of the Woman in Society, and Sexual Oppression etc etc., which got me – and my husband – thinking.

Before technology played such a central role in work and recreation it was easy for the ever-present male urge for female flesh to go relatively unnoticed. This has changed ever since the digital era began, and the boys are now celebrating a new means of accessing their old, tender obsession: pictures of women in all sorts – aesthetically pleasing or just plain debauched – are happily consumed straight off your browser.

Of course we should do well to explain a thing or two to ‘our sons’ (generally, just the one orifice suffices, for instance…) when they come of age. And we need not forget conveying the good taste of holding off, recognising natural boundaries, and having real respect. These things are not mutually exclusive, either. But, if I were to teach my children that this form of joy is not politically correct; that it is undesirable to look, and love what you see, or feel the natural excitement of being male… then I would be preaching suffering to the hungry, who must fast forever, while the feast parades daily before their eyes.

Why is there art? Why is there fashion? What about fast cars? Look at art, just look at advertising, and what do you see? You see women with flashing eyes, with strong teeth and symmetrical features, demonstrating their sexual health; you see the ever-flowing competition for the acquisition of the prime seed for one’s lineage. The quite practical requirement of finding the keenest sample is danced out between the sexes. The never-ending excitement of that dance continues to the point that it no longer fills its initial function; it just carries on, because that primal strength will not relinquish its position as forerunner in matters of priority, and this priority is conveyed via body language and social play to the ever-new generation of new ‘procreators’. Rightly so.

If it were just a matter of technology: that the ladies could administer the seeds donated by their ‘drones’, then the selection-ritual for the best specimen would be obliterated, and not to mention all the fun of figuring it out, as well. Is that what the ladies want? Which ladies are those, and who were their mothers? Denial of this intrinsic truth is blatant cognitive dissonance, and also very, very boring.

Remember, we are not discussing female achievements in the world of commerce, politics or other fields of competition, with men. Look at Neelie Croes or Hillary Clinton and we don’t have to discuss whether the female kind has aptitude for high positions in industry. This is not the issue here; it does not have to be proven that we are not an undeveloped kind. What such women achieve in industry is interesting only to a man in two ways, as far as I can see: for one, a practical aspect: the job is getting done, and that is important. The second is the distracting fact that if a woman is responsible for this activity she is uncomfortably exciting, because why? A woman’s display of presence of mind suggests she is strong and capable, and that she will survive under pressure. This in turn leads to the idea that she will react accordingly when a man of apt strength advances with an offer of extending their combined forces into the next generation. So, I am very sorry, but you just get sex again.

Ladies. Why in the world should we deny these facts? Should social and professional success only be measured in all the other qualities we possess, and must we forsake our sexuality? And for which point, exactly? Sex and sexual attractiveness do not undermine the other roles we play in life; they are not a threat that must be fought furiously, like the shadow of an enemy. (And don’t tell me you don’t want another baby: the ‘danger’ of an unwanted pregnancy is easily overcome with modern technology.)

I think the ones who shout the loudest, and pound the pulpit the hardest, are those women who – deep down – are burdened with a conscience that they have deprived their loved one of his sexual aspect; it is all kept on a low-burner, and very hush-hush. The kind of married man who has surrendered, after years of suffering, to the idea that sexual interest is something that must disappear from his to-do list, because women who strut like cocks at the workplace have claimed victory and right of censorship over everybody’s needs. These are women who want to be queen, like the Queen Bee, using the male as a drone, as a kow-towing, subservient supplier of a biological element needed for procreation purposes. Beyond that, he must keep his mouth shut… and share his gallery photos with no one other than giggling conspirators, sweating under their common shame.

Somehow, I don’t think I’m alone out here, however. Thankfully, there are enough women who still understand well enough to allow pictures to be made of this kind. Like Betty Page, for example; not a dying kind. They are not bad girls, they are in fact the good girls. I am happy that someone still looks like that, because my days are numbered. These are the girls that understand, and get a special place in a man’s heaven. You’ll see. WRITTEN BY A WOMAN.

…this article is a reaction to “het deugdelijke uitsterven“…..