I read last week's New York Times Magazine article called "What Do Women Want?" today. These are the most interesting points made in the article:
1. Women will get aroused by watching apes fornicate.
2. No one gets aroused by watching a naked, flaccid man stroll down the beach.
I’m wondering how I feel about being mysterious.
I’m wriggling over that wording, “What do women want?” First of all, the fucking w’s. Secondly, it sounds like asking a crying kid what they want so you can shut them up. “What do men want?” “What do Asian-Americans want?” “What do people under 5 feet tall want?” Those questions are weird, aren’t they? Women are wanting. We are dissatisfied. Unfulfilled. The same old lines, same old tired sentiment, same tired poopoo, if you ask me.