If I must accept a cliche', I will be consistent and examine it's logical conclusions. Given that men focus on physical love(sex), and women focus on emotional love(romance), then the fantasies of perfection for each must be given equal status. Except, equality almost never applies both ways with these fantasies. Pornography generally places the opposite sex's role as subservient. But if sexually explicit movies, and strip-clubs are questionable for men, then what is the equivalent for women?
"The woman goes and sees some romantic comedy where the boyfriend or husband is kind, sensitive, intelligent, and charming. He does all of these insane things to keep the woman happy… heck, he’s basically a doormat to her alpha female. They then go home feeling even more angry and let down. Why doesn’t my husband treat me that way?, they wonder."Naked chicks are "cheating", but this isn't? What man can compete with a perfectly written McConaghey or Connery? Real life doesn't come with scriptwriter teams. Sure, they're only escapist, romantic distractions. Renaissance nudes are escapist, HOT distractions. Both masquerade as "art." When life begins to imitate art, life has gone off course, in essence imitating an imitation of itself. Like playing "telephone," reality will be lost in translation.
