A few years ago I was watching an Argentinian movie about the Tango with Cologero. The main character, the aging directory, was seducing a young dancer. He told her, “Sometimes I feel like a lion wandering aimlessly in the savannah.” Of course, that turned into a teaching moment. The lion does not wander aimlessly. He established the boundaries of his territory by pissing on the bushes; the scent of his urine is a signal to other lions to stay away.
Within those boundaries the lion is a presence, a “being there”. He creates the feeling of security for his harem so they can search for game and raise the cubs. I objected that the lion is lazy, since the lionesses are responsible for hunting. Cologero insisted that the lion is like the unmoved mover and the action of the lionesses are really the female force. It is only our age that regards women as knickknacks; there is no reason for them to be useless or incompetent.
I’ll consider that but I’m not quite convinced. On the other hand, unlike the prairie dogs, there are no interlopers that dare approach his harem. Even Clint Eastwood would not risk his life for a few nights with a lioness of average looks and intelligence.
I sort of get that “presence” thing. This past spring, I saw Pitbull at an outdoor concert. Like a lot of women, I find Pitbull incredibly attractive and compelling. I was hardly alone, as there were thousands of screaming women, yelling at him to take his clothes off. Cologero said that if ever saw him in street clothes at Target, I wouldn’t look at him twice. I suppose that is true. Yet on stage, he is totally compelling. There is something about a man at the center of attention that excites a woman’s passion.
I can hear the complaints now, just as I have so often in therapy sessions: “Women want the bad boy, and the good guys are left wanting.” That is not quite true, as there are women who want the good guys; it’s just that the good guys don’t want them. Even if it isn’t Pitbull, different women will be attracted to different qualities, but they will always prefer the one that stands out from the crowd. Everyone else just seems interchangeable. If you need a toothpick, does it really matter which one you pick out of the box?
I know everyone thinks they need to be “nice”, say by buying flowers and chocolate. That is nice, but it would be much nicer from the equivalent of Pitbull. I expect an email from Cologero because I am using this wrong: Flowers are the path of the ancestors, but Pitbull is the path of the Gods.
That is simply the reality of sexual attraction, so intelligent men need to deal with it. I’m sure you can make the case that the wrong qualities are at the center of attention in our time. Intellectually I may agree, but primally I feel otherwise. If it is true, as I have been reading here, that intelligence is at the heart of reality, why is the world as it is arranged so unintelligently? Why don’t the intelligent men take control and redo society in their own image? I think it is because they lack the qualities of the Lion. It seems to me, instead, they are expecting the lionesses to change. That won’t happen. So how can that be done, you ask? Well, don’t ask me, I’m just a girl.