The Male-Female Hour

He comes in and grabs her bottom. How do you react to this?

I love all the wives who have called in and said, "Woohoo! That's fine with me! It's the first thing on his mind, and though it might not have been the first thing on mine, I can turn in an instant and be ready for him!"

This would have been unthinkable in the Seventies among college women. Of course, if you've ever ready "The Total Woman" or "Fascinating Womanhood", both of which were huge sellers in the Seventies, you know that some women aren't so twisted up and made to be foolish as my college-educated sisters.

I'm glad Prager specified that he is talking about good marriages where there is both love and consideration on both parts.

I fully agree with the proposition that men want a lot of sex and their wives need to know that, accept it, and be ready.

Sadly, my marriage was the worst. My husband refused to pay the slightest attention to me. You may argue that I caused this to happen by being too giving and too accepting and too forgiving. My first marriage was the same way, and I just gave and gave and he started beating me and treating me like hell. I lost twenty pounds in the first three months. But we had sex every single night of the first two and a half years, and it was by my insistence. The second marriage, I tried to do the same thing, but he started turning his back on me, and it wasn't for a back massage, either. Eventually I decided I must be putting him off by trying to initiate it as often as I did, and we found he was only interested once every few months. But, since sex with him hurt, I didn't complain much.

Matters outside the bedroom were particularly telling. He'd come home from work without announcing his entrance. If I happened to be in another part of the house where I couldn't see the front door, he could be home for some time before I even became aware of it. I could speak to him from the kitchen and never hear an answer. I could speak to him across the dinner table and he'd ignore me. I could reach out to him and he would leave the room. I could ask him to change the light bulb that was too high for me to reach and that was a 100% guarantee that I'd be changing the light bulb sooner or later.

Put another dish in the dishwasher? I should be so lucky. I could have been doing the dishes naked and he'd have refused to look at me. Sure, I caused this, by not knowing how to make him put me on that Princess pedestal. By giving and giving and giving and asking nothing in return, I got nothing in return.

So when, after three months of silent treatment, he'd reach for me for sex, it was impossible to feel loved or wanted or thought highly of; it was more like "I'm a wad of hamburger; maybe he should go get himself a blow-up doll. He'd probably treat her better."





I actually recommend the above two titles. They were reviled and belittled in the Seventies, which should be recommendation enough. But if you have had your mind twisted by your college education, as mine was, you ought to read the book I'm linking below. She addresses all that crap. I actually joined a "women's support group" and found all the women in it had been brainwashed with the same tired lines about how everything is her RIGHT and he has none. One was approaching a divorse and kept quoting all the same lines that Schlessinger also quotes. "He said to me, 'I try and I try and I try but nothing's ever good enough for you.'" And this was supposed to be evidence of his meanness.

Read this book or else:



Okay, I forgot about this book by the same author. I haven't read it but would recommend it merely on the strength of her name.