Re: Open Email to Alan Rasky

[McWebber]

Have you noticed that she never really looks worried? She may look
puzzled, perplexed, even shocked . . . but never worried. I do not like
to say this, but even the strongest women are probably weaker than the
dullest of men. For all the intelligence of woman, it only apes the
intelligence of man. Her manliness is surface. Her depths are woman.

I have observed that as woman becomes more educated and self-reliant,
man sees her differently. Now she appears as a mirror of his own
stature, or a lump of clay which he can mould into an effigy of himself.
She apes his nature like a trained monkey, and to own such a modern
woman he finds flattering.

However, such fantasy is short-lived. Soon he realizes that not only
does clay not have any choice about what form it takes, but that woman
is of a clay that can be reshaped again and again. She mirrors him now,
but just as the image changes in a mirror as you move it from place to
place, so does her image change, depending on which man she is with. Her
basic nature is without form: only on her surface does form appear.

What a disappointment it is to a man, to see his lover remolded by
another man, into his shape!

Woman

A woman is always aware of how she looks. Indeed she is how she believes
she looks. She is a master of appearances - born to act. She can push an
emotional button to switch-on any feeling she chooses.

At a moments notice her face becomes soft, her eyes wide, her smile
welcoming. A look of pure early morning sunshine - flat, yet warmly
alive - and vacant. But then her face is not so much vacant, but a
vacuum to a man; for it d