Now I Am Getting Into The Deep Weeds

A dear online friend has called we women the decorative sex. 

Ancient statue does not look decorative to our eyes.

Why was it made?

Does it refer to power or beauty?

 Naturally I have been chewing on the idea.  I do not think calling us decorative covers the case.  Oh sure, there is that aspect.  But I also think it leaves out an awful lot.

I have been trying to think of a way to express what I feel to be true in a spiritual/poetic sense.  The idea I keep messing with is that we are the specialist sex.  (She is always talking about sex, what gives?) Why specialist? Well, for most of time, we have been in charge of the gestation and raising of the next generation.  This function needs covering.

If Genesis means anything we have to think about the story seriously.  I can't say whether it is scientifically accurate, but that's just nuts and bolts.   

The old story is that a man was made first by God.  God saw that he was lonely and made him a friend/lover.  That woman was made out of his body.  In a sense, she depended from him.  As an aside, sometimes I think that story might possibly be about the invention of sexual differentiation and reproduction, but you know how I am. 

I know, I sound like I need a course in feminism.  Everybody knows that man is born of woman. When the Old Book talks about one flesh, or body, it was not just blowing poetic smoke.  They are in each other.

Man is mankind in general, with all his adaptability and is a kind of matrix within which the specialist operates.  We are supposed to be surrounded by his existence.  As with all of reality, this cannot be absolute in the present world.  Fortunately, we are adaptable too.  We do what we must.  When called upon, we have done almost, almost, anything men have done.  

Now I must try to get out of the weeds.  Oh well, maybe I'll just stay here.  I kinda like the weeds.

None of this is anyone's fault but my own.