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Introduction
The Feminine Mind-1
The War Between the Sexes-2.1
The War Between the Sexes-2.2
The War Between the Sexes-2.3
Marriage-3.1
Marriage-3.2
Marriage-3.3
Marriage-3.4
Woman Suffrage-4.1
Woman Suffrage-4.2
Woman Suffrage-4.3
Woman Suffrage-4.4
The New Age-5.1
The New Age-5.2
The Kama Sutra of Vatsyayana. INTRODUCTION
THE VATSYAYANA SUTRA-1-2
THE VATSYAYANA SUTRA-3-4-5
OF SEXUAL UNION-1-2
OF SEXUAL UNION-3-4-5
OF SEXUAL UNION-6-7-8
OF SEXUAL UNION-10-11
ABOUT THE ACQUISITION OF A WIFE-1-2
ABOUT THE ACQUISITION OF A WIFE-3-4-5
ABOUT A WIFE-1-2
ABOUT THE WIVES OF OTHER MEN-1-2
ABOUT THE WIVES OF OTHER MEN-3-4
ABOUT THE WIVES OF OTHER MEN-5-6
ABOUT COURTESANS-1-2
ABOUT COURTESANS-3-4
ABOUT COURTESANS-5-6
ABOUT THE MEANS OF ATTRACTING OTHERS TO YOURSELF-1-2
CONCLUDING REMARKS

9. Men as Aesthetes 

 

 

Men show no such sagacious apprehension of the relatively feeble 

loveliness of the human frame. The most effective lure that a woman can 

hold out to a man is the lure of what he fatuously conceives to be 

her beauty. This so-called beauty, of course, is almost always a pure 

illusion. The female body, even at its best is very defective in form; 

it has harsh curves and very clumsily distributed masses; compared to 

it the average milk-jug, or even cuspidor, is a thing of intelligent and 

gratifying design--in brief, an objet d'art. The fact was curiously (and 

humorously) display during the late war, when great numbers of women in 

all the belligerent countries began putting on uniforms. Instantly they 

appeared in public in their grotesque burlesques of the official garb of 

aviators, elevator boys, bus conductors, train guards, and so on, their 

deplorable deficiency in design was unescapably revealed. A man, save he 

be fat, i.e., of womanish contours, usually looks better in uniform than 

in mufti; the tight lines set off his figure. But a woman is at once 

given away: she look like a dumbbell run over by an express train. Below 

the neck by the bow and below the waist astern there are two masses that 

simply refuse to fit into a balanced composition. Viewed from the side, 

she presents an exaggerated S bisected by an imperfect straight line, 

and so she inevitably suggests a drunken dollar-mark. Her ordinary 

clothing cunningly conceals this fundamental imperfection. It swathes 

those impossible masses in draperies soothingly uncertain of outline. 

But putting her into uniform is like stripping her. Instantly all her 

alleged beauty vanishes. 

 

Moreover, it is extremely rare to find a woman who shows even the modest 

sightliness that her sex is theoretically capable of; it is only the 

rare beauty who is even tolerable. The average woman, until art comes to 

her aid, is ungraceful, misshapen, badly calved and crudely articulated, 

even for a woman. If she has a good torso, she is almost sure to be 

bow-legged. If she has good legs, she is almost sure to have bad teeth. 

If she has good teeth, she is almost sure to have scrawny hands, or 

muddy eyes, or hair like oakum, or no chin. A woman who meets fair tests 

all 'round is so uncommon that she becomes a sort of marvel, and usually 

gains a livelihood by exhibiting herself as such, either on the stage, 

in the half-world, or as the private jewel of some wealthy connoisseur. 


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