Sour grapes perhaps? Or just another contrapositive example of the modern feminista creed?
“How dare you consider me a sex object, just because I’m running around in public nearly naked and acting like a tramp!”
“How dare you NOT consider me a sex object, when I’m willing to run around in public nearly naked acting like a tramp!”
Kind of reminds me of that Gemma Arterton newspaper article you mailed me. “I’m not a piece of ass!” she complained, after building up a big acting career acting as ... a piece of ass.
Heads she wins, tails you lose. Hey, maybe she can sue somebody over this?
“Now, I do not want, and have never wanted, to be a flirty piece of ass…”
I can’t help thinking of that Bible passage made so famous by the Byrds:
To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to every purpose, under HeavenA time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
I might add that there is a time to be a flirty piece of––well––what she said. I just wish the wife would think the ‘time’ was more often!