One never hears of ladies swimming across crocodile infested rivers to reach a chap. It's embedded in the folklore.
Camille Paglia said the same thing, although she lacks the humor and she used the example of pearl divers who risk their lives to adorn women in jewels.
But all that is oversimplified and lacks an appreciation of the Faustian dynamics of value. Camille is, I'm afraid, not really at the races. Possibly deliberately.
What if, for example, a principle of class distinction is at work. My example, and her's, can be seen with dogs. Suppose, having swum the river or dived for pearls, the chap discovers that the superior female requires further sacrifice. That the pearls, which she has cabinets full of, and the risky swim, are sufficient to entrance the ordinary woman. She is bored with material inducements. She seeks intellectual sacrifices. She seeks power over the male and exhibitions of it. She wishes to feel "deserved". The opera Turandot is an example. But Sabina Poppaea and Madame de Pompadour are real life examples. What did Eva Peron love if it wasn't Argentina?
Sabina was quite a handful. She toyed with various cultic mysteries to give expression to her whimsical fervours which changed as readily as the winds do. She had a porphyry bath which was surrounded by mirrors of polished silver in which she could contemplate the charms which bound her man. She bathed in asses milk. It took 400 asses to keep up with her demands. 400 beasts of that type take some managing. And these accompanied her whenever she fancied a trip. Along with the retinue required to guide them because asses without guidance are known to be promiscuous in their peregrinations. And they must be fed and housed in a manner which was deemed to produce milk with the necessary qualities in regard to skin toning.
In repose she wore a face mask to protect her from the air. To keep her hands soft and gentle crocodile mucus was employed which required a skilled team of crocodile mucus gatherers to be posted up the Nile beyond the frontiers of the Empire and transportation of this valuable substance and its presentation in her chambers, in onyx or gold containers encrusted with jewels, was in the hands of high officials who needed large salaries so that their own wives could imitate Sabina and by doing so validate her customary habits taking care, of course, not to attempt to outshine her.
After bathing, her attendants, who she stuck pins into if they displeased her, dried her off with towels woven with swansdown and they stroked her tongue with ivory sticks to render it soft and velvety. She was maintained by a whole range of specialists. No-one could touch her hair unless they had been trained in Cyprus. Her perfumiers were adepts in the arcana of arousing odours and were drawn from all corners of the known world. Her clothes were from Alexandria. All these items were stored in highly polished and perfumed boxes made of rare timber from the high passes of Asia and inlaid with anything which sparkled and was difficult and dangerous to obtain and bring back to Rome and were housed in a complex of rooms the dimensions and furnishing of which can easily be imagined.
One department of her body bureaucracy was solely concerned with the lacing of her shoes and sandals.
Nero's "squeeze", as she was known by the rank and file of the fighting men, wore her hair all aound her brow and as far as the rosy shells of her ears in three rings of small curls made with heated tubes of turquoise from Persia, alike and symmetrical, while the rest, drawn back and rolled over her slender nape, was held in position by little chains and rings of gold. The hairpins were fashioned by skilled craftsmen from pearls brought from the shores of the Indian Ocean in the shape of javelins. Agean pearls were for ladies of the lower stations.
She had white ribbons, embroidered with precious stones, to tie her chignon when it looked as if it might rain. Her ear-rings consisted of three diamonds which were so arranged that they tinkled when she moved her head. Whether other parts of her body were similarly accoutered the historians have not seen fit to relate
The soles of her kid slippers were of gold leaf and thus were quickly worn out on the marble floors but just as quickly replaced by the miners in Spain and the spoils of the looting of the provinces and lands beyond the frontiers and they were fastened to her ravishing instep with golden cords and the finest silk adventurers and entrepreneurs could find in China.
In between her head and her feet it got a bit ridiculous but Nero loved her madly and she knew the third Canto of Ovid's Ars Amatoria off by heart.
Looking at her scientifically, which is all we can do now, she was a one woman job creation scheme and it is a good thing Nero had plently of helpers because there is no way he could have kept up with her on his Jack Jones.
She was femininity in its most attenuated mode. She wrecked the state finances and when it all came on top Nero committed suicide in order to avoid the punishment the Senate voted him to suffer. Poppaea was allowed to retire to a villa on the shores of the Adriatic because nobody blamed her as she was thought to have acted perfectly naturally in all the circumstances.
The auctioneer's catalogue of the sale of Madame de Pompadour's effects after she died is still extant. I have read the first few pages of it.
It is important to realise Gala that the infiltration of media by those who have an interest in keeping men in a high state of sexual arousal and expectation is bound, by inexorable laws, to result in a mass hysteria of the sort I have roughly outlined and thus it is a simple matter to place the responsibility for the banking crisis firmly at Media's door. Which is why Media is running around like a flock of squawking chickens blaming everybody else.
And it is why Camille, a media woman, contents herself with such a trite example of the forces in play and thus make them sound trivial and easy to distance oneself from.
One cannot reasonably discuss feminism in relation to women who have few choices. It is the ones who had choices we should study. Only they display femininity in its true colours.