Sharks and brooches
I work in advertising and it is all sell, sell, sell, sell.
I am starting to think life itself is not that far removed. In particular, I am considering that putting yourself out there in the great wide ocean of dating draws similar parallels.
What scares me is the sharks.
And it isn’t the ones with the big fins and testerone – it’s the predatory females I am worried about.
The female sharks that have had their fair share of the pickings and want more – those are the ones that make diving in quite a peril. Swim at your own risk some might say.
Alright, enough of the loaded analogies. What I am talking about is the thirty-something woman. They are the ones that have played the game and yet confuse me so.
Why are they so hungry but predatory at the same time?
Why do they want to play survival of the fittest when they don’t feel they are at the top of the pack? Are they secretly in love with the downfall – biting off more than they can chew?
These women I see as powerful: great careers, good dining experiences, enviable wardrobes and a vast expanse of knowledgeable topics. All the things that I am sure I can reach over time. Yet they are there and not enjoying it so.
Their game is so much more complex than a man’s avoiding commitment and the next date.
I think women are just as confused about their feminity as men are confused with their loss of masculinity.
Women are far more sexual aggressive and proud of it. But it doesn’t really seem to go hand in hand on a practical sense. It is like taking out a designer bag whilst wearing track pants – it isn’t a match made in heaven.
I guess we haven’t quite learnt how to accessorize. And it is blaringly obvious we are getting it wrong. We should be proud of being sexually liberated while wearing the brooch of vulnerability. We should be sleeping around but taking into account that underlying all of that our instincts are motivated towards settling down.
We should be as open about our sexual exploits as we are by our need to feel taken care of.
Women have already fought the battle of washing up the dishes and having one night stands. But we haven’t won the fight of being independent women that can allow ourselves to let go for a man that wants to take care of us.
I am starting to think life itself is not that far removed. In particular, I am considering that putting yourself out there in the great wide ocean of dating draws similar parallels.
What scares me is the sharks.
And it isn’t the ones with the big fins and testerone – it’s the predatory females I am worried about.
The female sharks that have had their fair share of the pickings and want more – those are the ones that make diving in quite a peril. Swim at your own risk some might say.
Alright, enough of the loaded analogies. What I am talking about is the thirty-something woman. They are the ones that have played the game and yet confuse me so.
Why are they so hungry but predatory at the same time?
Why do they want to play survival of the fittest when they don’t feel they are at the top of the pack? Are they secretly in love with the downfall – biting off more than they can chew?
These women I see as powerful: great careers, good dining experiences, enviable wardrobes and a vast expanse of knowledgeable topics. All the things that I am sure I can reach over time. Yet they are there and not enjoying it so.
Their game is so much more complex than a man’s avoiding commitment and the next date.
I think women are just as confused about their feminity as men are confused with their loss of masculinity.
Women are far more sexual aggressive and proud of it. But it doesn’t really seem to go hand in hand on a practical sense. It is like taking out a designer bag whilst wearing track pants – it isn’t a match made in heaven.
I guess we haven’t quite learnt how to accessorize. And it is blaringly obvious we are getting it wrong. We should be proud of being sexually liberated while wearing the brooch of vulnerability. We should be sleeping around but taking into account that underlying all of that our instincts are motivated towards settling down.
We should be as open about our sexual exploits as we are by our need to feel taken care of.
Women have already fought the battle of washing up the dishes and having one night stands. But we haven’t won the fight of being independent women that can allow ourselves to let go for a man that wants to take care of us.
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