Someone wrote somewhere that, masculine conceit and sinewy chauvinism as a means to conquer, leaves an unimpressive veneer on the more subtle yet self-expressive vanity of a woman.
Contrary to popular belief the intelligent woman is not ruled by emotion but by intuition; a woman’s vanity therefore is merely an attempt at perfection and an acceptance of her own experience. Conversely men are always too busy worrying about muscles and sport, no contest is there!
PS My ‘muscles’ disappeared a long time ago and ‘sport’ of any description bores me to tears. Perhaps that’s why so many of my main characters tend to be women, you are after all, a damn sight more interesting than men, and so magnificently complicated…….or maybe not, being complicated that is.