Your comment is spot on. You said what I missed in mine, about shelf life.

We want men who see us as people, not dolls. Yet, we get punished severely, even professionally, if we don't "present ourselves".

Let's also not pretend that many men give the bulk of their attention to the Barbies, the Rachels of the world. They'll slobber over, fantasize, and chase them and sexually ignore the Plain Janes, the Leahs of the world.

Yeah, they marry Mary Ann but they cheat with Ginger.

We all know it.

This is a tale as old as time. It's the Madonna/Whore dichotomy still being foisted on us women by men. You get assigned to play a role as either a fuck doll or a mule in the lives of these men.

How about we do what we want, forget their dumb asses, and Darwin award them out of our lives? They can either see us as full people or they can do without us?