Date With Nicole Scherzinger

She'll probalbly Forgive you for stumbling over her name— just blame it on all thoseconsonants. Truth is, Pussycat Dolls star (and solo artist) Nicole Scherzinger's particular hotitude is the kind that should leave any red-blooded dude dumbstruck. After torching reality TV with the Dancing With the Stars (pretend you didn't watch, that's cool), she ordered us around, singing "Don't Hold Your Breath"! We couldn't help but hold it for this hot stunner. Summer is truly here. 

You're on reality TV, you're in your own music videos, you're in our minds, you're everywhere. Are you gonna take your music career in a direction following one of these, like that dancing show? 
Maybe bust out the fox trot onstage? A rumba single on your next album? Hmmm, the fox trot? I don't know about that! But you never know; I do like to mix it up.Ballroom dancing is a different kind of sexy than the, uh, writhing that goes on when the Pussycats perform.Yeah, it's definitely more cerebral. Usually I allow the music to take me, so it's been kind of interesting to be like, "One and two, one and two." But I think there's something sexy about a woman who's in control of her body in every way. 

But when you're doing your own thing onstage, you completely let yourself go?Yeah, I transport to another place. I don't know what my body is gonna do. I just listen to what the music tells me and kind of blank out. I turn into a beast.Say we're in a club.

Can a guy dance like nobody's watching? Would ft catch your eye? 
Uh, that might scare me. Sometimes guys take it too far when they're dancing. I'd be like, "OK, dude. You need to settle down and have some control." 

What's going on with the Pussycat Dolls?A couple of the girls have left the group, but I'm still the lead singer, and I'm still working on music right now. I think the next single will be under my name.Your boyfriend is F1 racer Lewis Hamilton, one of the best drivers in the world. 

What does he think of your skills behind the wheel? 
He's more afraid when he's with me and I'm driving than he is during a race. He gives me pointers, but at the end of the day he's like, "Babe, you're driving with your knees!" I'm doing my make-up, changing the radio... I guess it's appropriate that I just did a song with Slash and Alice Cooper called "Baby Can't Drive."

And when Lewis is driving... how fast have you gone? 
Let's just say that neither of us would be allowed near a car again if we had been pulled over. It was in Switzerland.

Got any girl crushes?Halle Berry. She's just naturally gorgeous... I love her smile. Wait, I sound like a dude; I've got to snap out of it!You grew up in Kentucky, but you were born in Hawaii. 

What traditions do you keep? 
I'm just a down-home Southern girl. I love making chicken and dumplings and Kentucky Derby pie. And from Hawaii I've got a love for paddle surfing. I love visiting family in both places. See, even if I just talk about my family my dialect changes—I go from a Southern dialect to Hawaiian pidgin.Your family are strict Catholics. 

What do they think of your sexed-up lyrics?My family's been great. My grandfather's a priest, and even he has a huge photo of the Pussycat Dolls framed. But there have been moments. When I first recorded "Don't Cha," I went home and left an uncensored version of the demo in my mom's car. [Editor's note: Lyrics include "I know you should be fucking with me."] I heard about that. 

Any hidden talents? 
 Nunchuck ninja skills. That's all I'm sayin'.Whaf s the lamest thing we'd find on your iPod?I'd like to say I don't have lame music. But maybe one of my lamest songs would be one of my own! I have demos on my iPod that are unfinished sketches; some just don't make sense yet. 

What music puts you in the mood?
Massive Attack, Marvin Gaye, Robin Thicke, or Prince. 

Do you hit the clubs much or stay in? 
Honestly, I don't really do the "go out" thing. If I want to get really crazy, I have game night.So we should come over with a stack of board games?Yeah. Bring over Balderdash, some Robin Thicke, a bottle of vino, and it's on.

Can you two go anywhere without being noticed? 
No. We went to South Africa and saw this head of a tribe wearing an animal he had just killed or something. He was like, "Ahhh! Are you Nicole Scherzinger?" I was like, are you kidding me? How do you know my name? And hearing this German name come out of him—it was amazing!

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Seduce Her With Your Fingers

Let your fingers do the talking with massage.

Stand up. Look down. You will see an appendage of amazing erotic ability dangling at waist level — your hand. Use it to massage your mate when she says she wants intimacy and doesn't necessarily mean sex. A massage is romance you can understand. It's practical. And it almost always leads to sex. Start with a good massage oil such as Neal's Yard Remedies Ginger & Juniper Warming Oil ($15 for 1.7 fluid ounces nyr-usa.com) or Naturopathica Arnica Muscle and Joint Massage and Body Oil ($28 for 4 fluid ounces, naturopathica.com). Avoid mineral or baby oils because they are absorbed too quickly into the skin. Don't forget to rub your hands together to warm them before applying the massage oil and the following techniques:

1) Stroke toward the heart.
That means when you're working on her legs, stroke upward. On the arms, stroke downward.

2) Ease in with effleurage.
The French are experts at more than retreating. They know their massage. Effleurage is a simple stroke for loosening her up. It's a light, long rhythmic stroke that generally runs with the grain of the muscle. On her legs, for example, use your cupped palms and gently glide upward. On her back, flatten your hands and broaden your strokes.

3) Play with petrissage.
This circular stroke is designed to squeeze the muscles and wring out tension from the shoulders, upper arms, legs, and buttocks. Use both hands to work the muscles in opposite directions: when stroking her thighs, for example, move one palm away from you as you slide it forward, and move the other toward you.

4) Roll your thumbs.
This is best for working on tension knots. Use your thumbs, one after the other, to press into her flesh, sometimes moving circularly and other times just holding pressure on one point. Lean your weight into it.

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Victoria's Secret's Selil Ebanks explains.

When you become a Victoria's Secret model, you join the ranks of the most lusted-after women in the world. And while Selita Ebanks doesn't have a type—she has dated men ranging from a comedian (Nick Cannon) to a tennis pro (James Blake)—she certainly has some rules of attraction. Here are seven:

□    A CLEAN MOUTH
"A nice white smile is the sexiest part of a man's body. I want to kiss something that looks like it would taste good. Plus, how you take care of your mouth says a lot about your hygiene."

□    A LITTLE SWAGGER
"I want someone who walks into the room and all eyes turn to him. He doesn't have to be the finest man in the world, but he has to possess that energy so that when you see him, you think, Oh my goodness!"

□    DEAL BREAKER: HE'S NOT WHO HE SEEMS
"I hate it when a guy puts on this front to impress you, and then you find out it's not really who he is. If you're a farter, let one loose! I'd rather find out on the first date than three months later. Some women might not mind. She may be a farter too. You will be one stinky couple, but you'll be happy together."

□    HAS GAME
"I'm a big sports fan, and nothing is more unattractive to me than a guy who doesn't appreciate ESPN. If I have to explain football or basketball, that's the biggest turn-off."
□    BUT DOESN'T PLAY ROUGH
"I can't stand a violent man. Aggression doesn't belong in the home. And if he gets too excited by gore or violence on television, I'm out of there. That is a big sign that says, 'Run the other way!' "

□    A FIRM GRIP
"A man has to have big, strong hands to make me feel safe. When he makes me feel safe, I feel sexy. It's as simple as that."

□    NO WHITE SOCKS
"A man once walked up to me and started to put on his mack, and I saw he was wearing white socks with his suit! If I were in the Olympics, I would have beat anybody in the dash to get out of there."

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An Institution of Higher Yearning

Connie Nielsen: An Institution of Higher Yearning You may not recognize the name, but you may recognize the face (and the body). The Danish actress seduced Keanu Reeves in The Devil's Advocate and Russell Crowe in Gladiator. Here she provides cinematic advice to spice up a real-life romance
I do not care about looks.
I do not care about career.
I do not care about anything as long as you are happy with what you are doing. If you're a lazy bastard and you're happy being a lazy bastard, then by all means..."

— Connie Nielsen

So says Connie Nielsen who also seduces Renata, the owner of a strip club in Harold Ramis' new film, The Ice Harvest.

"I play the classic femme fatale," she says Nielsen. "My character is very mysterious, but I show the way the wheels are turning in her head, which gives a little bit of a comic effect, as well."
We asked Nielsen, 40—who lives with her boyfriend, Metallica drummer and fellow Dane Lars Ulrich—how a mere mortal man can make a woman like her happy. She explains.
Don't be scared
That whole thing with fear of commitment is old. With European guys, I never hear this thing "fear of commitment." I didn't hear that until I came to America. Maybe it's because in America the commitment is so set in stone: You get married, you move into the suburbs, you buy a car and have dogs. It does not have to be that. It can be something else. Even in the midst of all this Bible thumping and warmongering, and all these old-fashioned so-called family values, you can so totally choose to make your life the way you want it.
Confess, repent, and beg forgiveness
And if you've done nothing wrong, confess, repent, and beg forgiveness for everything everybody else has done before you met her.
Reassure her that you're in no way like every other man
Whenever your friends say, "Let's go and see a ball game," pretend you don't want to go with them but they are forcing you. That in reality you are that one sensitive guy who somehow gets along with all the insensitive guys. That you have to be there to help them out, because think of the trouble they would get in with their wives if you weren't. That makes you the good guy.
Never buy a pre-made bouquet of flowers
Go to the florist and select the flowers that you actually like.
Don't be her savior
I don't think that it's right for a woman to expect a man to be able to take care of shit if she's not able to take care of her own shit. You know, go out and get your f---ing career—I'm talking to women—take care of yourself, pay your own bills, and stop looking for some guy who's going to do it for you. And that will probably change a lot of the "fear of commitment" thing.
Stick together
If you travel a lot, then you should find somebody who has absolutely no job and can travel with you. Not being together is the recipe for not having a relationship. Sooner or later, it's not going to work, unless you find somebody who doesn't need love and affection. And if she doesn't need love and affection, I'd worry about other things.
When your mother calls, try to sound happy
When her mother calls, try to sound ecstatic.
Surprise her
For an ideal date, take her to do something she's never done before. That can be anything from a boxing match to mud wrestling to some classical Greek theatrical music that no one has ever played before. But preferably it should be something you know something about. Also, at least one dinner out a week. That's a must.
Disagree
Whenever she says, "Oh, look at my arms" or "Look at my legs," or if she says she has a fat ass, never say it's true. You never, ever say, "I don't care." You never ever say, "I know, but you can work on it." And you don't say it doesn't matter to you. You say you love tallness, you love skinniness, you love big noses, small noses—whatever it is she's got a problem with; you say you just happen to be a guy who loves that very thing she thinks is horrible. And if it's not true, then lie.
Make her feel beautiful, and she will become beautiful
There's nothing like being loved and cared for to make a woman feel beautiful. And a woman who doesn't appreciate that—let her go.

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Do Women Have Wet Dreams?

Why Do Men Fall Asleep After Sex?
the duo who created the bestseller "Why Do Men Have Nipples?"
explain everything you always wanted to know about the differences between men and women but would only ask a doctor after your third whiskey sour
It's 9 a.m. Leyner and I are sitting in our office, awaiting our first patients. It is not the way most medical practices start, but we are an unconventional pair.

I'm a practicing physician at Bellevue Hospital and NYU Medical Center. Leyner is what we in the medical trade call sui generis, his own species -- a novelist, a humorist, and a man who once told me that suffering a petit mal seizure was "like someone downloading the aurora borealis straight into my anal sac -- the place where I make my musk."

Last year, after writing a bestseller together, we decided to go into practice. But Leyner's BA in English and master's in creative writing hardly qualified him to treat patients, and his adamant refusal to seek medical education didn't help matters. (During a heated discussion of the issue, he smashed a printer we'd just purchased for our makeshift office and scrawled an adolescent vulgarity on a print of Van Gogh's Sunflowers hanging in the hallway.)

We finally agreed that if Dr. Phil could practice psychology over the airwaves, why couldn't we offer our own brand of counseling services to some unsuspecting drop-ins? This would preclude the need for degrees, and I figured it was a way to keep medical instruments out of Leyner's emotionally unstable grasp.

Our first patients were a young couple. The woman was attractive and conservatively dressed and seemed somewhat despondent. Her husband, dragging behind, seemed more interested in the defaced painting in the hallway than in being here to address "issues" with his inexplicably unfulfilled wife.

"Who wrote 'Sniff My Crotch' on the Van Gogh out there?" he asked as he took a seat next to his wife. "I love it!!!" he guffawed, slapping his thighs.

His wife grimaced with chagrin. "You see," she said, "I married a philistine and a troglodyte."

"Insult me in English, you pretentious bitch!" the husband replied. As I turned to the fuming couple, I asked them to role-play with us. Leyner embraced the opportunity to play wife to the man.

The husband looked at the beaming Leyner and said, "It's always the things that I don't do that you complain about. I feel like you don't appreciate the things that I do. I barbecue, I take out the garbage, I even put down the toilet seat. What do you want me to do, lactate?"

Leyner rose from his chair red-faced, tears welling in his eyes, spittle flying from his mouth as he gesticulated with melodramatic hysteria. "Bastard! You murdered my youth, and now you're drowning my soul in your vile bullshit. You make love to me as if I were some inflatable doll -- pumping for a minute or two while you watch SportsCenter and then losing consciousness. You're torturing me...I hate you. I hate you!!!" Tears streamed down Leyner's face as he wept uncontrollably.

So much for role-playing. It seems that there is no easy solution, but here is our attempt to explain our biological differences and usher in a new age of understanding between men and women.
Can men lactate?
You can't write a book called Why Do Men Have Nipples? without getting a question about lactating men. This one came during a radio interview when an irate caller insisted that a man could nurse his own child. We argued with him, but there was no convincing this guy (Winston, are you reading this?) that he couldn't nurse one day.

Here's the truth. The mammary glands of human males can produce milk, but certainly not enough to feed a child. Usually, male milk production results from a pathological condition. The most common cause of man-milk is a prolactin-secreting tumor, or prolactinoma, in the pituitary gland. Prolactin is a hormone that stimulates milk production in women. Overproduction of prolactin may also be caused by some drugs, including phenothiazines, certain drugs given for high blood pressure (especially methyldopa), opioids, and even licorice.

Another cause of male lactation is the hormonal treatments used in men who are suffering from prostate cancer. Doctors prescribe female hormones to decrease the growth of the prostate, but these can also cause milk production, or what in medical circles is called galactorrhea.

Extreme starvation can make men lactate, too. (This has been observed in prisoners of war.) It is also possible for males to induce lactation through constant massage and stimulation of the nipple for a long period of time.

Then there is the fruit bat. Only one male mammal, the Dayak fruit bat, is known to produce milk.

So, if you are a male fruit bat with prostate cancer who likes to massage his own nipples and you happen to be a prisoner of war -- let the nursing begin.
Why do women pee more than men?
Any man who has taken a car trip with a woman must wonder whether her need for constant rest stops is the result of a genetic difference, water consumption, or a vicious plan to throw him off schedule.

If you happened to be leafing through the February 5, 2005, issue of the Journal of Urology, you could begin to find an answer. Doctors reviewed 24-hour "urinary diaries" of both men and women and recorded fluid intake and urinary frequency. They found that women do pee more often than men, but not because they drink more.

In general, men have higher fluid intake but don't need to go as often. When they finally feel the urge, they tend to pee higher volumes than women each time they go. The reason: larger bladder capacity. Women are also more likely to suffer from overactive-bladder syndrome, which makes them go even more. No wonder the line is always longer at the girls' room.
Why do men fall asleep after sex?
There is no single, definitive scientific explanation for this age-old conundrum. But if you think about it long enough, the sex -- sleep connection makes sense, particularly when you consider that many men have their first orgasms while unconscious. Wet dreams, nocturnal tumescence, morning erections...When all is said and done, we may not be much better than praying mantises: The males keep copulating even after they're decapitated by their lovers.

After orgasm, both men and women release the chemicals oxytocin, prolactin, gamma amino butyric acid (GABA), and endorphins. Each of these contributes to that roll-over-and-snore feeling. The hormone oxytocin is known to have several effects, including establishment of maternal behavior, stimulation of uterine smooth-muscle contraction at birth, and stimulation of milk ejection (milk letdown). It is also referred to as the "cuddling hormone" because it tends to elicit the need to be close and bond. In one study, oxytocin was shown to inhibit male sexual behavior in prairie voles. Maybe it's the oxytocin that makes us feel satiated and rested.

Prolactin is another player in the sex/sleep saga. It is produced in the pituitary gland, and its best-known function is the stimulation of milk production. Prolactin is believed to relieve sexual arousal after orgasm and take your mind off sex. Levels of prolactin rise during sleep, and some patients with prolactin-secreting tumors report sleepiness. So prolactin seems like it may be a culprit.

GABA and endorphins also both have a calming effect and may make you pass out after sex. So why does the postcoital snooze seem to be so much more a man thing? This may come as quite a shock to some of you self-annointed Don Juans, but whereas men are known to ejaculate in various semicomatose states, such as during prostate exams and while thumbing through dog-eared issues of National Geographic magazine, women -- believe it or not! -- don't always have orgasms during sex, and that keeps them from producing all those other hormones.
Can women have wet dreams?
Sorry, Virginia, there is no Santa Claus, but women can have wet dreams or, more specifically, nocturnal orgasms -- and that may be better than finding a cashmere sweater under your tree.

Alfred Kinsey, the famous sex researcher, found that nocturnal orgasms were reported by 90 percent of the men but less than 40 percent of the women in his studies. The Bible has several references to male nocturnal emissions but doesn't specifically address female nocturnal orgasms.
Are men better than women at math?
Danger! Danger! Answering this question incorrectly may provoke our wives to beat us with the infamous Teen Talk Barbie that was programmed to say, "Math is hard!"

So here are some facts.

The brains of men and women are definitely different. Women's brains are generally about 10 percent smaller than men's, but this is meaningless when it comes to intelligence. Men and women show no disparity in general intelligence. There are areas where there are some slight variances. Women are better at visual memory and mathematical calculation and get better school grades in math. Men, however, are better at mentally rotating shapes and mathematical problem solving, and they score higher on word problems.

In the interest of gender harmony, let's create a new politically correct, asexual Barbie who says something neutral like "Cognitively rotating abstract shapes can be a daunting task. I prefer mathematical calculation and more linguistically complex and empathy-centered forms of interpersonal communication."
Why don't men listen? Is there a tonal quality that men can't hear?
How sweet would it be if there existed the perfect scientific comeback for the next time a woman screamed at you, "Why are you ignoring me?"

Well, here are the inklings of our anatomical answer:

In a September 2005 issue of the journal Neuroimage, psychiatric researchers at the University of Sheffield reported that male and female voices activate distinct regions in the male brain. The scientists monitored the brain activity of 12 men as they listened to male and female voices. They found that in men, women's voices stimulate an area of the brain used for processing complex sounds, like music. Male voices, on the other hand, activate a region used for producing imagery. This may suggest that, at least for men, the female voice is more complex and more difficult to hear and understand.

But there's more...

An earlier study reported in the journal Radiology in July 2001 also showed that men and women listen differently. In this study, researchers at Indiana University had 20 men and 20 women listen to a passage from a novel. While listening, they underwent functional magnetic resonance imaging (fMRI) of the brain. A majority of the men showed activity exclusively on the left side of the brain, but a majority of the women showed activity in the temporal lobe on both sides of the brain.

Now, this is still early science, but here is our suggested comeback:

"Honey, I try so hard to listen. It's just that my brain is incapable of doing what my heart desires." (Then go back to watching football.)
Why do men snore more than women?
To begin with, women have wider airways (as in circumference), so if there is any obstruction, there's a chance the air passing through will not be as likely to hit the structures as it would in men's airways. Additionally, women's airways are less prone to collapse than men's, and that works in the ladies' favor, as far as snoring is concerned.

When men put on weight, they tend to put it on around the neck, whereas women put it on around the hips. The fatty tissue around the neck literally squeezes the airways closed so air can't pass through smoothly. It may hit the structures within the throat and vibrate them, causing the noise we know as snoring.

Smoking and drinking also lead to increased snoring. In general, women smoke and drink less than men and therefore don't suffer the snoring consequences.
Which is more dangerous: douching or barbecuing?
Who knew you were putting yourself in harm's way every time you put on an apron that reads, "Will Grill for Sex"?

However, studies have found two types of cancer-causing agents formed during barbecuing. These are polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons (PAHs) and heterocyclic amines (HCAs). PAHs are formed in smoke, and since they are found on the surface of the meat, they can be more easily scraped off. The main PAH from barbecuing is benzopyrene.

HCAs are found inside the meat. They are caused by high temperatures and can be formed in the frying pan or oven, as well as the grill.

Don't worry, there's still hope for all you backyard big shots. Here are some healthy grilling tips:

• Marinate.

• Precook food before grilling. This reduces the exposure to high heat, and you can drain fat so there's less dripping and smoking.

• Flip often.

• Cook at lower temperatures.

• Don't cook directly over coals.

• Limit use of the lid to reduce cooking in smoke.

• Remove blackened parts or chicken skin.

Speaking of marinade, your lady might be putting herself at risk, too, if she flushes herself with a vinegar-and-water solution. Sure, douching may be less prevalent than it was when the airwaves were pounded with the image of a daughter asking her mother if she ever gets that "not-so-fresh feeling."

But Massengill and Summer's Eve douche products are still being sold -- even though vaginal douching has been linked to a number of adverse health conditions, including bacterial and yeast infections, pelvic inflammatory disease (PID), ectopic pregnancy, preterm birth, reduced fertility, and increased susceptibility to sexually transmitted diseases.

Remember, there is no need to use any fancy grooming products; the vagina is a self-cleaning oven.

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The Magic of Women



Some people declare difficulty with the formulation “I pray to God”, as they find it ludicrous to state as a certainty that God exists. I have no doubt of God’s existence, but I doubt my own. Not to burden a legitimately self-occupied reader with my own dreary problems, but I’ve never been quite sure that I exist; and have always considered myself, at best, a figment of someone’s imagination. As that imagination cannot (as per supra) be my own, imagine my consternation. Work both distracts and fulfils me.

It brings me great joy. But this joy, yet again, is that of non-existence. In work I am happy, as I am subsumed, and, so, again, “not there”. I am sure many philosophers (the bulk, no doubt, German) have felt as I, and have expressed themselves, if not more cogently, at least in longer or more compounded words. I have felt fairly certain that I exist in dealing with my children, their needs taking precedence – at most times – over my troubled state; and with women.

I like women. I have a perfect marriage; most of my colleagues, over the years, have been women. I think I get along with them, in the main, better than I do with men. I find it easier to spend extended time with women than with men. This essay prompts me to ask why, and to respond that, I believe, it is because I feel they do not care if, in fact, I exist.
Women, to me, are much more interesting than men, who run to type with a depressing regularity.

And there is seldom a male interchange free of invidious comparison. Who, each assesses, is wealthier, smarter, stronger? Women make such assessments, too, but of the man per se, not of the man as a potential adversary.

Perhaps this is why I find their company so restful.

Then, there is sex. Call me limited, but I still find it astonishing: that a woman would allow or desire me to do that...?

This may be attributable to the sclerotic self-image described above. For, indeed, I have known men who take women’s sexuality completely as a matter of course.

Many of these men have been that which an earlier age described as “successful with women”.

This is not to say that I have not behaved boorishly, or even inexcusably, with women. I have, and, should I roast in hell, it will be with a sense of justice served.

But these men I write of were, notably, devoid of that sense of gratitude mentioned above.

I don’t know whether success was due to straightforward bluntness or relief on the part of their women. Perhaps to both.

Perhaps the men were as those Polynesian islanders of the Bounty Era who, sailors related, took sex truly as a matter of course. Perhaps these successful men were untouched by a sense of gratitude. Perhaps this freed them to act in a manner, finally, more responsible than my own.

In any case, my particular experience of women, neurotic or whole, has been of their generosity.
Perhaps I simply find it erotic; but, then, what is the difference? Great US philosopher Eric Hoffer wrote this in his seventies, mourning the coming of age and the attendant passage of the “magic glow of desire”.

We live in a world curiously prudish and puritan. Sexuality may be decried as licence or permitted as pornography. But it cannot simply be acknowledged. That a word has “sex” in it, and that one may pronounce it is, in these times, an erotic adventure.

’Twas said of old that two of the world’s most beautiful sights are fear in a man’s eyes and desire in a woman’s. Each, of course, indicates surrender. This is a display of a different order than mere acquiescence – we may find gratification in acquiescence, but we will not find beauty. Men do not surrender well. Their capitulation, in these dishonest times, usually has in it an element of sullen reserve: “But wait ’til next time.” The Japanese swordmasters wrote of a state of conquest called “to hold down the pillow”. Here, the beaten opponent is, spiritually, rendered unable to raise his head to look upon his victor; he has been truly subdued. This opponent has made the ultimate acknowledgment: that his life is no longer his own. The woman overcome by desire has, similarly, if only temporarily, pledged her life.

For the period of erotic transport she has removed herself, and, so, her lover, from the sad hypocrisy of the world and its endless negotiations.

Here, rather than triumph, a transient and reversible emotion, the attendant may feel awe.
The magic of women is their frankness.

Men are, in the main, prevaricating, temporising and pathetic creatures. We do not deal well with loss, success or change. Women seem to handle these more effectively.

Perhaps this is an effect of their less equivocating biology: pregnant is pregnant, for all of our contemporary fascination with sanctimony.

Speaking of which, our modern temporal religion has set out, as do all religions, to regulate sex.

Our effort lacks both the mystery of the Catholic and the rationality of the Jewish faith. It is just good old-fashioned wish fulfilment: Canute has commanded the sea, and the sea will, of course, obey.

But, as the Christians and the Jews have long known, the sea will continue to be its own master – we will be both driven and driven mad by our sexual urges, and reiterating failed commands will not increase their efficacy.

Unsanctioned sex and sex acts are shameful and have implications, we’re told. Everyone, meanwhile, continues doing what comes naturally – but, perhaps, with increased anxiety, and, so, diminished joy.

In our day, we are deprived of the frankness of a Mme de Staël and that of Pee-wee Herman: those things not specifically allowed are forbidden. What a dreary prospect.

How grateful, then, is frankness. It is the most charming of feminine characteristics.

When coupled with simplicity, it may be known as freshness; with experience, sophistication.

It makes bearable the pain of bad, and increases the happiness of good, news. It is the very opposite of pomposity, encouraging the hearer towards an unencumbered world view, and it is particularly the province of women, and of the good woman most especially.
Proverbs 31 is known as “The Woman of Valour” and is traditionally read by the Jewish husband every Sabbath to his wife. It enumerates frugality, temperance, circumspection and application as among the virtues of the good woman. But I was puzzled by this verse: “Her husband is known in the Gates when he sits among the elders of the Land.” Why should the accomplishments of the husband be found in a poem dedicated to those of the wife? Pondering at length, I have coupled my question to an observation. We know of the man perhaps overlooked or ill-valued; a slight acquaintance or colleague, perhaps. We later meet his wife and find her to be without blemish: straightforward, upright, strong, considerate and kind. We reason that if this woman found the man acceptable, he must possess virtues unrevealed by our cursory examination. And he is, thus, known in the gates because of his election by his wife. I have found in women the magic to inform, to reform, to incite, to instruct. It may be that I have been fortunate in my associations (as I have, indeed) and that a mindlessly egalitarian sensibility might condemn my experiences as “anecdotal”, which is to say unscientific; but, then, I am not writing about science, but magic.

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Women We Love

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Women We Love

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Women We Love: Irina Shayk

Women we love: Hey Irina Shayk, what are you up to today? Walking the dogs? Going down the shops for a pint of milk and some fags? Redecorating the spare room? No? You’re attending another premiere of a film you weren’t in and looking absolutely fantastic, as ever? Oh, good.
Irina Shayk, of course, isn’t a real person like you or us. We doubt she sweats, eats food, or ever has to go to the bathroom – indeed, the only reason she ever changes her clothes is not because they’re dirty (dirt wouldn’t dare approach her, of course, much less adhere to her clothes) but because if she didn’t, she’d be unfashionable. And no-one wants that.
No, Irina Shayk is about as close to an elf as you can get without strapping on a manly beard and going on a trip to Middle Earth – she’s got the same unearthly glamour as them, the same incredible beauty, and we reckon she’d be a pretty good shot with a bow too.
The premiere, if you’re interested (and therefore bored of looking at Irina Shayk and instead looking at these words, which is pretty unlikely to be honest) is called Our Idiot Brother.
We made a movie about our idiot brother once - we filmed him pushing as many smarties up his nose as he could. It was pretty hilarious. The fact that he’s our older brother, that it happened last year, and the subsequent inquest into his death mean that it’s probably pretty disrespectful to put it on YouTube. Which is a damn shame.

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