The Perfect Woman

A woman is a lot like a refrigerator. About six feet tall… 300 pounds… No, a woman is more like a beer. They look good, they smell good and you’d step over your own mother for one. But you can’t just stop at one. Soon you’ve gotta have another woman…

During my daily blog crawl, I came upon an idea that really struck a chord with me. VK has decided that this week is The Perfect Woman Week. Each day of the week, a fellow blogger will create a post on their respective site around the theme of “The Perfect Woman.”

In his own entry, he spoke of a woman he met at a club and brought home. She appealed to his senses as the perfect physical specimen. But it wasn’t until after sex that he truly appreciated her. She asked if he was thirsty, then went downstairs to his kitchen and brought back a glass of ice water for him.

The image of her walking through my bedroom door, in that dress, holding a glass of ice water for me is a portrait in my mind of selflessness. It’s in the simplest of acts that you learn everything you’ll ever need to know about a woman. If she’s kind, if she’s loving, if she’s faithful, if she’ll make a good mother, if she’s the one you take home to your mother.

To me the idea of the perfect woman is a woman who’s willing to put other’s needs before her own. It’s the willingness to please the guy she cares about. It’s the natural nurturing vibe she can give off with a smile. It’s a warmth and tenderness that lets you know that no matter how strong you are, behind closed doors you’re allowed to be weak in front of her and she won’t hold it against you. You’re safe. Someone who’s patient enough to understand that you’re far from perfect but that you’ll come through when it counts.

Today’s blogger, T, breaks things down into a how-to guide for an aspiring “perfect woman.” He believes it ultimately goes back to feminism and the woman’s desire to be respected and equal to men… through trying to be just like men and thereby losing much of what makes them feminine and universally attractive.

Progress to women has increasingly become getting the corner office, working long hours, going to grad school, racking up sex partners, not learning to cook or do housework and binge drinking on the weekend, while giving up a lot of the things that made them unique and strong as women.

Instead of complementing the male gender, the female of the species now aims to duplicate the male gender, and she’s lost a lot of what made her so special to begin with. But the worst part of modern feminism? It made it so that any attempt to please or cater to a man was automatically seen as a sign of weakness, self-hate or even glorified slavery. If a woman chose to stay at home and be a housewife she was a pariah. Cooking for a man or doing housework became a form of oppressive servitude. Then it reached the point where catering to and building up the male ego became the same as devaluing your worth as a woman.