Oh, man. I’d bet you find all your research material in the bookshelves of some fundamentalist Christian-type reading room, if, having read ‘all’ the available science and literature, this antediluvian tosh is your conclusion.
You need to know, as you clearly do not, that paternalism (regardless of the sex of the speaker/author) as a vehicle for advising women is doomed to failure and ridicule, and your insistence that we are here solely to serve as incubators, sexual pleasure being a trifling bonus, is very offensive.
You credit women with no aptitude for decision-making, declaring that we need direction and stern warnings, lest we each fail as a wife and mother.
I almost suspect you are one of those people who lurk around certain other online forums blathering on about your ideal woman, whose most important quality will be her being box-fresh, and not ‘second hand goods’.
Your regretful description of supposed female insistence on nothing but He-Man muscle bound executives is a bit of a hint, anyway.
Basement-dwelling bloke or not, the strictures you insist upon are essentially the same in spirit.
Your bleeding heart about the unhappiness of young women would have more credibility if you were instead to address the reasons behind the hyper-sexualised visions you describe.
I too deplore the pressures weighing on young women and girls, but my first target for blame there is contemporary male behaviour and its demands. If young women truly are the frightful jades and Jezebels of your thesis, might it be traceable to (perceived or actual) ‘market value’, so to speak?
I was a sexually active young teen in the early 1970s, and my crowd dressed like Thomas Hardy gals working as farm labourers in a very cruel winter. Still, we were fighting off eager boys we didn’t fancy.
My point being, a hypersexualised appearance doesn’t necessarily mean it’s ’Free ‘Ludes’ night at Studio 54.
We all looked like walking tents, in the opinion of our paramours, and we were at it like rabbits. You never can tell.
So the vogue for maximum exposure/display all around us now isn’t always a declaration about activity, it’s more about signalling permanent availability, the most highly prized specification a young woman can offer to a certain type of man.
I think it’s sad and depressing too, as I say, but for very different reasons from yours. I see the oppression of a sex by means of the demand for performative gender expression and through general objectification, where you see inappropriate self-determination in (apparently) actively engaging in sex.
** this affects guys too, as you mention. It’s a side effect of the renewed repression of women whereby the sexes had to be once again polarised in terms of gender expectations. Nevertheless, the grand plan was as always the crushing of female freedom, and any suffering endured by non-combatant men was probably written into the ‘Friendly fire’ column.
(Worth remembering with misty eyes that old school Feminism acknowledged that the liberation of men would be an inevitable and happy ‘side effect’ of the movement.)
Anyway. I’ve ranted and waffled far too much here and earlier . If I’ve misjudged, and been too strident, I apologise. Not only have I deafening bees in my bonnet on these matters, I’ve very likely also got bats in my belfry by now. :-)