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Goodbye, Tolstoy
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for other women. Although this “preference” has been
noted for millenniums, it was thought by shootists to be simply
a coming together of two unhappy wives for mutual solace.
Instead, there seems to have been a strong sexual element
all along. But then a pair of egg-layers will have more in common
(including a common genetic programming for nurturing)
than they will ever have with a shootist, who wants to
move on the second he’s done his planting--no nurturing for
him, no warm, mature, caring relationship. He isn’t built
for it. His teats may have a perky charm but they are not connected
to a dairy. He can fake a caring relationship, of course,
but at great cost to his own nature, not to mention battered
wife and abused little ones. The fact that couples may live together
harmoniously for decades is indeed a fact, but such
relationships are demonstrations not of sexuality but of
human comity--I dare not use the word “love,” because the 91 percent who habitually he do so about love.
Unfortunately, the propaganda to conform is unrelenting.
In a charming fable of a movie, Moonstruck, a middle-aged
woman discovers that her husband is having an affair with
another woman. As the wife is a loving, caring, warm, mature
person in love with her husband, why on earth would he
stray from her ancient body, which is ever-ready to receive his
even greater wreck of a biped? Why do men chase women?
Why do they want more than one woman? She askse veryone
in sight and no one can think of an answer until she herself
does: Men fear death, she says--something that, apparently,
women never do. Confronted with this profound insight, the
husband stops seeing the other woman. Whether or not he
loses the fear of death is unclear. This is really loony. It is true
that sex/death are complementary: No sex, no birth for the
unlucky nonamoeba; once born, death-that’s our ticket.
Meanwhile, fire at will.