"Drooling over male bodies is apparently fair play — no wonder men are confused." So said Camilla Long, a journalist I rarely read in the Sunday Times and wouldn't have except that my husband drew my attention to it.
"What really gets your gears going? It is a question a million
sex-obsessed women seem to be thrashing out in public every day. Who’s
got the hottest smile, the fittest abs? Who gives the most to charity;
who’s got the waistcoat you most want to rip off with your teeth? Scan
any part of the internet and it is the same: a frothing sea of volcanic
female fantasies about footballers, tennis players, even, in extremis,
politicians. It is oestrogen city.
“I’m so old that I’ve now fancied two generations of Schmeichels,”
moaned one woman during the Denmark match on Wednesday. “There are two?”
yelled another. “I’ve just left a little puddle of drool.”
"Is that why you've been watching the football so assiduously," P joked
(I think), "fantasising about who's got the best six-pack or
whatever.....and leaving little puddles of drool?"
I laughed but I read the article. Journalists do go on a bit, justifying
their existence I suppose, but at the end of it she concluded that the
truth was that women were just as bad as men when it came down to that
sort of thing, and probably always have been but with the rise of more
women into positions of power, (levelling up I suppose our idiot of a PM
would call it), they are not shy to express themselves any more and
journalists like Camilla happy to fill column space with her
observations.
What do you think, are we as basic as men, have us girls pretended to
hold the moral high ground but now the truth is emerging? I think there's probably some truth in it but I told my husband
later I definitely hadn't been following the football in the hope of
glimpsing six-packs or fantasising about what may lie beneath their kit
and I definitely hadn't been drooling. He said that was good then as
he'd have had to spank me if I had been.
Shit! Opportunity missed.
Stay safe. Have a good week.
Ronnie
xx
