It is interesting that, throughout many periods of history, women would have been ashamed not to wear dresses; this is an indication of how social pressures can be effective in the self-subjugation of human beings; it is rather as if a woman should be raised in such a way as to be ashamed if she did not wear her ankle chains; she might, of course, compete with other women, to see that her ankle chains were prettier than theirs; it is interesting that women put up with dresses for so many years, long, hobbling dresses; perhaps this is some evidence of their masochism; today, however, whatever may be the case with their natural masochisms, or those of men, it is glorious to note that women are becoming more inventive, more complex, prouder, perhaps even more beautiful creatures. The dress, today, however, seems to remain a masochistic garment, an invitation to men to sexually subjugate them, if only for the hour, but it is mixed today with other elements as well, elements of freedom and self-assertiveness, and self-pride; this can only be good; on the other hand, the dress remains a symbolic declaration by woman that she is determined to remain vulnerable quarry, masochistically the object of the male’s hunt. It is her nature to be hunted, and she knows it, and loves it. She wishes to be pursued, and then caught and, by the man of her choice, and no other, raped. That is something important the husband in imaginative sex has working for him. He is, presumably, hopefully, the man of her choice, or at least one of the men of her choice. By him she is willing, perhaps eager, to be raped.