Loving Mr. Big

Testosterone Women, Foolish Men “I think I’m turning into a man,” said Carrie. She lit up her 20th cigarette of

Testosterone Women, Foolish Men

“I think I’m turning into a man,” said Carrie. She lit up her 20th cigarette of the day, and when the maître d’hôtel ran over and told her to put it out, she said, “Why, I wouldn’t dream of offending anyone.” Then she put the cigarette out on the carpet.

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“You remember when I slept with that guy Drew?” she asked. We all nodded. We were all relieved when she had, because she hadn’t had sex for months before that. “Well, afterwards, I didn’t feel a thing. I was like, gotta go to work, babe. Keep in touch. I completely forgot about him after that.”

“Well, why the hell should you feel anything?” Sara asked. “Men don’t. I don’t feel anything after I have sex. Oh sure, I’d like to, but what’s the point?”
We all sat back smugly, sipping tea, like we were members of some special club. We were hard and proud of it, and it hadn’t been easy to get to this point—this place of complete independence where we had the luxury of treating men like sex objects. It had taken hard work, loneliness and the realization that, since there might never be anyone there for you, you had to take care of yourself in every sense of the word.

“I think it’s hormones,” said Carrie. “The other day, I was in the salon getting a deep conditioning treatment because they’re always telling me my hair is going to break off. And I read in Cosmo about male testosterone in women—this study found that women who have high levels of testosterone are more aggressive, successful, have more sex partners and are less likely to get married. There was something incredibly comforting about this information—it made you feel like you weren’t a freak.”

“The trick is getting the men to cooperate,” said Sallie Ann.

“Men in this city fail on both counts,” said Sarah. “They don’t want to have a relationship, but as soon as you only want them for sex, they don’t like it. They can’t just perform the way they’re supposed to.”

Loving Mr. Big