Lighten up, my sisters

A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle and a woman needs a bedtime romance like a man needs a life-size rubber doll. Actually, a woman is needy for a man (whether she actually needs him or not like you need a plumber when the sink is clogged is outside my area of semiotic or semantic expertise) at many times in her life. She is also in need of a bedtime romance when a) there is no man b) there is man but the wrong one or c) when the right man has become a snoring bore. This leaves a window of about three months when a woman does not need the promise of romance in her life because she is in the honeymoon period of lurve.

Old Chinese proverb: A husband gained is a lover lost. Oooooh, havent we just shaken that can of worms and I dont mean men. A recent chance visit to a panel discussion on popular romance versus what is known as chick lit versus the feminist perspective led to a darshan with a species I had forgotten existed: The Feminist.

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