(It shouldn't need to be stated that this isn't a serious piece but, tragically, in the modern world there are people who find it difficult to separate the serious from the flippant. They then get angry, misconstruing a less than serious piece for something intended to be a meaningful life guide or some such. Therefore, to avoid unwarranted accusations of misogyny or just stupidity, I will state this here and now; this piece is not meant to be taken seriously.)
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Introduction
So, here we all are in the 21st Century; an age in which, happily, women in the world are increasingly taking an equal place in society. Women, at least in the developed world, have far greater access to education, healthcare and the finance needed to start their own business or buy a place to live. Women also have a voice that is finally being taken seriously, with an increasing disgust amongst reasonable individuals the world over towards those who would deprive women of equal rights. This is all good.
However, in one area we are reminded that it isn't so long since we swung down from the trees; pairing up and finding our mate. There are many different strategies available to the modern woman, and I urge women to explore the variety of options open to them. For example, many men would be ecstatic if a woman came up to them and made the first move (seriously, ladies, you enjoy the flattery of a nice looking guy taking the time to try to get to know you, so why do you think it would be any different for a guy?).
But it pains me to note that in one way the modern woman is regressing; that of playing the Damsel-in-Distress. This strategy, which is probably as old as human civilization itself, enables a woman to discover which potential mate has the variety of skills, both practical and emotional, to satisfy her needs. Furthermore, it also flatters the male, who has an opportunity to display his chivalrous tendencies and be the thing he desires more than any other; the hero. Let me explain, before the outraged howls of emancipated womanhood drown me out.
Firstly, the emotional; the modern woman doesn't want to be ignored any more than her great-grandmother did. The 'Damsel-in-Distress' strategy enables a woman to find out which men might be receptive to her needs; ten guys go walking past, head in the clouds, but the true knight in shining armour would never, never ignore the Damsel. He stops, he helps, he invites the Damsel for a coffee, and a beautiful romance is born (whether it is long term or merely one night is immaterial). And so the modern woman finds out which potential mate will pay attention to her needs and will (possibly) continue to do so. Provided there isn't any sport on the television.
Secondly, the practical; it is a fact of life that you can't do everything. Take Mrs Gunnlaug, an academic, a whizz in the kitchen, a world traveller who speaks five languages to a greater or lesser extent (mostly greater). But she can't deal with insects or change the flint in her zippo. Then take your humble author, Gunnlaug. Not an academic, a dunce in the kitchen and in the lecture hall, and a man who says 'chips' loudly in several different countries*. But he
can
deal with insects and is a whizz with power tools. Different, complimentary skills, and together the Gunnlaugs face nothing they can't deal with. And when Mrs Gunnlaug wants a nasty S-word** dealt with, she uses the 'Damsel-in-Distress' play, and lo! It is disposed of (humanely, I might add).
So, in a bid to halt the decline of this handy and worthwhile weapon in the female armoury, I present my handy cut-out-and-keep guide to being a Damsel-in-Distress (a scratch'n'sniff version will follow once the boffins at Literotica sort out the minor technical hitches).
*Chips (British English) = 'fries' (US English). The British are well known for their inability to speak any language (including their own). This black hole of ability most obviously demonstrates itself in bars across the Mediterranean in the summer months as groups of young Brits try desperately to acquire food by increasingly loudly repeating the word 'chips' as if it were some kind of strange religious chant to uncomprehending bar-staff (who, one suspects, actually understand perfectly well but wish to make a point). Finally they usually give up and revert to that ancient language, 'pointing'.
**The S-word is one I will not repeat for fear of unleashing its terrible potency. However, for those readers unable to guess what it is, let me just state that the S-word has eight legs, eight eyes and is more frightened of you than you are of it. Unless it is Australian, in which case it goes around in gangs carrying big sticks ready to ambush the unwary.
Part One: Be a Damsel
It may seem ridiculous to state, gentle reader, but for the Damsel-in-Distress play to work the modern woman needs to actually be a Damsel. It's no good being totally competent, and dressed literally to kill like the Terminator. The 'Damsel-in-Distress' play works from a position of
perceived
weakness. That this weakness need not be real does not detract from the essential condition necessary to facilitate success.
Attire
In so many ways the developed world has moved on from the days when women had to suffer physical pain just from wearing clothes. It cannot be over-stated how much of a good thing this is. In fact, it is such a good thing that I will state it again; this is a
good thing