P,
I’ve been meaning to ask whether you’ve followed the recent controversy over whether women’s orgasms are, evolutionarily speaking, obsolete. And I thought it was just in my bedroom. Although I am reticent to discuss a subject that would seem to attract so much male interest, I find myself drawn to the topic like a moth to a flame. It may not be in my self-interest, P, but I think for millions of dollars in grant money, I could prove an equally compelling corollary theory, that is, she who rocks his world controls his wallet.
You do know I am loathe to drag out my women’s studies credentials, but I wonder, really, whether the "O" controversy only attempts to provide the male with yet another excuse to subjugate female desires in far more important areas. It is clear, however, P, based on my own failed experiment in feminism, that conceding sex as a man’s domain may ultimately lead to total control over the purse strings. And although I may be willing to give up pleasure in bed, I will never give up my right to shop.
I do, suppose, dearest P, that we may simply teach our daughters what we know all too well–a satisfied man has no idea where his wallet lies. But a sexually frustrated woman always does. Sure, we could teach them that their own economic freedom would solve the issue entirely, but in case that doesn’t work out, they will at least know the rules of the game, won’t they?
Faithfully,
C.
