Why intelligent women read romance novels.

Women can have babies.

According to certain theories, this is the ultimate accomplishment of all creatures. There is no greater goal for the progressive gene, than to duplicate itself.

Men can’t have babies.

For women, this is no problem. They don’t understand the intense desperate pathological insecurity that men feel because they can’t make babies. Women just have babies and then get on with their lives.

To counter act the fact that men are almost useless when it comes to making babies, they have bloated out of all proportion the one small part they do play in making a baby.

Their sperm.

Men have changed the story so that gestation is nothing compared to ejaculation. Men have done everything in their power to control making a baby and to desperately try to convince us that the most essential aspect of this process is the distribution of sperm.

A man will tell you that he has millions of sperm, because, logically, he must inseminate millions of women. This ignores the facts of the matter, such as the fragile nature of sperm (only one will eventually be strong enough to make it to the egg) or the physical impossibility of taking his millions of sperm and placing them in millions of women. All this is ignored in favour of his obsessive desire to have us believe that his sperm should be creating millions of lives.

Of course, if each man is meant to impregnate millions of women, you would only need several thousand men to exist on the planet. This small fact eludes this intensely emotional argument. Many of the facts elude this argument.

Men will tell you women grow old and unable to produce healthy babies (usually around their mid thirties), despite their bodies obvious abilities to do so; however their own old age does not impinge at all on the health of their sperm. Indeed it is ‘natural’ that eighty year old men want to sleep with eighteen year old girls, because it never occurs to men that their own health may have deteriorated. It never occurs to the old man that his ‘natural’ desire for an eighteen year old girl may actually be a problem while her distaste and outright revulsion at the idea is branded a denial of her instincts. (More on this later)

In romance novels, the men are always flawed by the woman’s ability to have a baby and simply want to ‘help’ her as she does it. He wants to take part in the nurturing of the born child, rather than carry on about how he’s stuck at home while his deeply valuable sperm remain undistributed.