@failures art,
I've fantasised about an atheist utopia myself. Women without the slightest spark of decency as Henry Miller called for in what I assume was a desperate moment.
What Theo calls for from the top of the tree in Amarcord. That climatic desperate howl is gut wrenching. What Bernini depicted in his masterpiece.
Huxley was hopeless. He imagined male domination would continue into the distant future. Can you believe that? With our technology!!?? What a forlorn hope. As if women are going to put up with being ordered off a menu. Brain horticulture notwithstanding. He ran out of gas with co-operative women. There was nothing interesting to write about.
What makes me laugh is the chap who promotes an atheist future who is sleepwalking his way, and leading us if we are daft enough to take any notice, into a future which I think would surprise him and dismays me. He will, of course, put questions about this future's characteristics on Ignore. Well--he is sleepwalking.
da Vinci showed us all the equivocal smile. Get the eyes. Jesus said to forget it. You do know I hope that Mary Tyler Moore insisted on wearing trousers in the Dick van Dyke show and the happy couple slept in separate beds. And women wearing trousers in those days were very uncommon in family shows. We laughed our heads off at the sheer merciless henpeckery. So much so that we never noticed how much our womenfolk were swooning over it. It was only later that I came to realise how much art there was in it.
Our rolling-pin swinging matriarch battleaxe waiting for her pissed-up husband to roll home from the pub is just a joke. When Laurel and Hardy were equipt with wives we used to cringe.