@Cyracuz,
Quote:The more general an explanation becomes, the less acurate.
I would say the opposite is true. The temperature of a volume of liquid, for example, is a general explanation of its energy state. Any specific molecule might be much more highly energised for brief periods and using it as an explanation would be misleading.
A General Election measures a general feeling. If a specific feeling happened to win I think we might start digging bunkers.
To sit upon this neat metaphor of the volume of liquid, get one's feet in the strirrups, poised on the blocks, raising the axe to chop the last rope holding the ship at the top of the slipway, turning the ignition and lighting the blue touchpaper, and take it for a test flight, resisting the Pindaric temptation to exhaust the realm of it's possibilities, I might imagine womanhood as a collection of molecules with a Boltzmannian distribution of energy levels depending upon the frequencies of their collisions.
Hence I might see that our method of explanation of womanhood's general state is taken from a few highly energised specimens. Being highly energised being a necessary condition for being an explanation sample.
Thus we are being misled. The woman who works in media is highly energised. The man who works in media is likely being controlled by another highly energised female. They give that away in those aspects of their activities in which they talk or write about their daily doings.
And not only are we being misled about general womankind but the misleading itself is acting like a bunsen burner placed beneath the volume of liquid in the flask. It is fulfilling itself and when it does all the women will look, sound and think like those highly energised ladies we see on our TV screens or with their name to a piece of writing usually distinguished by hints, sometimes gratuitous braying, of the wonders of being highly energised.
So here's to the moll and the slag and the slut,
And all the good ladies who stroll by the cut.
Here's to the washing fluttering so gay,
To the pies, to the puddings, to the price we must pay.