Allow me to let you in on a little secret
A man can flourish without a woman in his life, says Jody Corcoran, who admits to loving everything about them
Shortly before Christmas, I wrote an article on the excesses of the decade just passed; it had to do with women, how I now perceive them in my middle age, their general madnesses and my resultant celibacy in the year gone by.
The reaction was interesting. I want to concentrate on that for a moment, before going on to discuss an issue of our week: what makes a woman sexy? The answer to which is bound up in subjective opinion, notwithstanding some generalities; although, for me, there is a crucial requirement.
The women I know reacted in a manner I have come to expect. Without exception they scanned the article for what they assumed was a reference to themselves, much like women pursue every slight, or perceived slight, in order to worry it to death until it does, finally, turn into a problem, whereupon they group-hug around it until it becomes a crisis.