It's Not Gold-Digging, It's Biology

I've just discovered an awesome TV series - Mad Men! Ok, I know I'm waay behind the rest of the world, bla bla, but being late doesn't diminish my love for it! I have a sneaking suspicion that my love stems from Donald Draper, the suave James Bond-esque (without the fighting and gadgets but with all the debonair sexiness that makes women want to carry his babies) advertising man who heads the cast. Don is pretty much what my mother would term 'A Bad BAD Husband Candidate': he cheats on his wife, has a secret past that no one knows about, and is just waay too good-looking for his own good.

Jesus. Look at that.

Actually, all of the men on the show are pretty much unfaithful womanisers. Kids, don't be like these men (even though they're sexy). I know, I know, women didn't burn their bras and fight for women's rights just so I can drool over the patriarchy that is portrayed in the show. But! There's something about unabashed masculine authority that appeals to the primitive female inside every woman, be she decked out in LV and shining with urbane polish or dressed in some Mormon dress and sharing a husband with 6 other women. 

 Or maybe it's just me. 

But I really do think that deep within every man resides a Neanderthal wielding a club. Therefore, it only makes sense that there is a corresponding Neanderthal within every woman, who secretly wants to be clubbed over the head and dragged into a cave. Of course, I'm all for equality amongst the sexes in the things that matter such as the right to vote, the right to education, the right to be heard. Misogyny is definitely something that should be stamped out and abolished, women have just as much right to live on this earth and be treated with the same respect men get. But is it wrong to want to be wooed the old-fashioned way? I like doors to be opened for me, even though I can open them myself. I like chivalrous gestures. One day when I have a home of my own, I want to be the one who cooks (I can't yet, but I will learn!). Of course, if he does the dishes after that, that's fine by me! 

I've done enough gender studies in school to know that I am subscribing to a rather archaic school of thought constructed by a patriarchal society that favours men over women. But I don't think anyone can, if they're truly honest with themselves, deny the fact that some ideas are so deeply rooted into our psyches that we cannot rip them out any more than we can change the direction of the earth's orbit. Rich men dating beautiful young women is a prime example of basic mating: The women go for the best provider, and the men go for youth and looks which all point to healthy offspring. You can cloak it in many disguises 'oh she's a gold-digger', 'he's shallow', but it's biological! I'm not saying I'm off to get my claws into the first guy with a fat wallet, I'm enough of a modern girl to think that it's unnecessary to depend solely on a man since women now can have good jobs, etc. But I'm not about to get married to a bum who freeloads off me. Whether or not he drags a club.

I'd let Donald Draper hit me with a club, though.

Just saying.