Why enable seduction when the world is for pummeling?
And while we're at it, let's make seduction entirely about fucking, not communication.
Went and saw Pinch and Ouch Theatre's production of David Mamet's Speed the Plow last week.
What a consumate depiction of the old boys club and the futility of sexual inducement as a convincing power (for a deeper cause, albeit a "naive" one; "naive" being the cause of a more spiritual, connected world) in our current ecosystem. What would the world look like if sexuality was a validated tool? Would we be more like our cousins, the Bonobos; matriarchal, amicable, and amorous (fun!) or remain as chimpanzees with the wars and screaming (boring, destructive!)? Yes, would our chemistry even allow a shift?
Honey and vinegar, let's stop being so fucking filthy minded and live a little.