Since I’m not sure I want to address stripper poles for fear of… well I’m not really sure, but good things can’t come from that.
I thought I’d touch on a point made in the aforementioned post; women love attention.
I tend to agree with that statement, but there are some things that bother me about the concept.
Let’s start here; women love to get attention. Who doesn’t? The difference between men and women in this circumstance happens to be the kind of attention desired. Women want people to pay attention to them because when men do, they feel attractive or desirable, and when women do, they feel like those women are jealous of them or want to be them. Completely reasonable reactions. Thing is, men love that same attention just as much, but for different reasons.
Men want girls to pay attention to them because it makes them proud of themselves. When a woman is paying attention, he must be doing something right. They want other men to pay attention to them, because they think the other men are proud of them for something.
Short version: Women want admiration, men want approval.
What really amuses me about all this is the differing views on the attention once it’s given. Let’s start with the men this time. When a man goes out of his way to attract attention, he’s pleased by every little bit of that approval he’s seeking. It’s that validation he’s craving, whether it’s positive or negative. He’s succeeded at his goal.
When a woman gets the admiration they’ve gone the extra mile to attract, whether she’s pleased ab0ut it is handled on a case by case basis. It doesn’t really matter if the attention is positive or negative, how she views it it evaluated by some hidden criteria known only to her.
That’s where it takes a weird turn. If a woman wears a very low-cut top, a negative comment made by a desirable man is alright, where a positive comment made by an undesirable man is offensive. Ladies can wear that short skirt, but shame on me for looking! but only if they didn’t want me to look in the first place… If they wanted me to then it’s ok. What sense does that make?
Seriously, no sense at all.