From: Margaret Wente, The male gaze, and why I miss it, Globe and Mail -
Friday, Apr. 06, 2012 (edited)
Men don’t look at me the way they used to. In general, they don’t look at me at all. This is what happens when a woman turns 40 (50, 60).
In theory, this is supposed to be an exhilarating passage in the life of a woman. We don’t have to care what men think of us any more.
In reality, it sucks. I’d give a lot for men to look at me like that again.
The trouble with our culture, where we’ve all had the evils of sexual harassment pounded into us for years and where even the mildest flirtation in the workplace has become impermissible, is that we’ve shut out an emotionally enriching part of life.
This is the mutual appreciation of men for women, and vice versa.









