Why does every piece of advice regarding what women find attractive seem so antiquated and weird?
It seems like half of it is cope and the other half is remnants of past conditioning.
Like "Yes this male model looking guy is literally making women swoon and loose most of their brain function and making them act like feral animals in heat, but I promise you women don't care about looks teehee. Just b urself."
I'm not even making that up, picrel was a romantic era composer called "Franz Liszt" that, during his performances, would get women to lose their shit, so much so that this phenomenon was named after him: "Lisztomania"
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lisztomania
here's an excerpt from the article:
>Women would try to get locks of his hair, and whenever he broke a piano string, admirers would try to obtain it in order to make a bracelet.[4] Some female admirers would even carry glass phials into which they poured his coffee dregs.[2] According to one report:
>Liszt once threw away an old cigar stump in the street under the watchful eyes of an infatuated lady-in-waiting, who reverently picked the offensive weed out of the gutter, had it encased in a locket and surrounded with the monogram "F.L." in diamonds, and went about her courtly duties unaware of the sickly odour it gave forth.
And all that distinguished him from other composers? A nice jawline and attractive face. That's it. He was a virtuoso, sure, but so were many, if not most of his contemporaries. Literally a few millimeters of bone is what it takes to turn women's brains to mush.
I'm not mad, if that's women's nature, then it is what it is, but why lie about it? Why do women have such a hard time admitting that they like hot men and if given a choice would pick them over the average joe?
It seems like half of it is cope and the other half is remnants of past conditioning.
Like "Yes this male model looking guy is literally making women swoon and loose most of their brain function and making them act like feral animals in heat, but I promise you women don't care about looks teehee. Just b urself."
I'm not even making that up, picrel was a romantic era composer called "Franz Liszt" that, during his performances, would get women to lose their shit, so much so that this phenomenon was named after him: "Lisztomania"
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lisztomania
here's an excerpt from the article:
>Women would try to get locks of his hair, and whenever he broke a piano string, admirers would try to obtain it in order to make a bracelet.[4] Some female admirers would even carry glass phials into which they poured his coffee dregs.[2] According to one report:
>Liszt once threw away an old cigar stump in the street under the watchful eyes of an infatuated lady-in-waiting, who reverently picked the offensive weed out of the gutter, had it encased in a locket and surrounded with the monogram "F.L." in diamonds, and went about her courtly duties unaware of the sickly odour it gave forth.
And all that distinguished him from other composers? A nice jawline and attractive face. That's it. He was a virtuoso, sure, but so were many, if not most of his contemporaries. Literally a few millimeters of bone is what it takes to turn women's brains to mush.
I'm not mad, if that's women's nature, then it is what it is, but why lie about it? Why do women have such a hard time admitting that they like hot men and if given a choice would pick them over the average joe?
