When I was in high school, my then-best friend and I would have conversations about the sexual side of life, about which we knew almost nothing. They began with the question, "What is the Horrible Topic of the Day?"
To give you an idea of how innocent and clueless we were, our model of the sort of man you wanted to avoid was Captain James T. Kirk, who romanced sexy green ladies, et alia, presumably during the commercial breaks. A lot was hinted, but very little shown since, after all, Star Trek was filmed between 1966 and 1969. We did not actually know men like Captain James T. Kirk, which is not surprising as we were only 16 and lived existences as sheltered as our frazzled parents could manage. Our school was attached to a convent. The crudest conversation on television was on "Married with Children." You know, as crude as Pam and Al were, at least they were married. With children.
We looked forward to the Horrible Topic of the Day as an exercise in freedom of speech and an opportunity to laugh until tears dripped from our faces. I think my Seraphic Singles oeuvre is my way of continuing the ritual of the Horrible Topic of the Day, although usually without the shock value.
But today I will chuck in some shock value, for that is the mood I am in, to ask how far you would betray the feminist revolution for your own personal romantic fulfillment. To what extent would you mimic Donna Reed to get the guy you have your eye on? I'm not saying you should do this. I'm just asking if you would do this. For example, would you ever strategically answer the door holding a vacuum cleaner while wearing apron, high heels and pearls? Would you, at a party, wait on male guests hand and foot instead of sitting down for a well-deserved chat with the girls? Would you bake a man chocolate chip cookies after hearing him sigh about how much he misses his mother's wonderful chocolate chip cookies? Would you pretend you know absolutely nothing about the electoral process but you would be grateful if he would explain it to you?
In terms of betraying the Revolution for your own personal romantic satisfaction, how far would you go? Anonymous comments allowed IF you write "Woman in [your town]" after your comment. May any man who attempts to comment himself experience a sudden horrible surge of female hormones after typing the words "Woman in".