Last night, while I am generally an advocate for women, I got the idea probably because the woman I like is a strong woman, and she taught me a thing or two about what she will or will not do, I am now of the opinion that if women ever want to be construed as equal, they are going to have to stand up for themselves. We cannot read your minds. You have no handicaps. If you don’t like the smell of someone’s feet, either issue an ultimatum, suggest a remedy, or get out of the kitchen. The casting out of the relationship for advice is further weakness exacerbated by blaming another for their failure to take responsibility. I love my strong woman friend. She would never suffer in silence or think of conferring with friends. Stinky feet is not sexual assault. Grow a pair. Why are we talking about someone’s feet and tracing it to the women’s movement? Can’t you see the failure in your logic? This, by the way, is how she talks to me and it makes me smile and totally turns me on. You women if you only knew how much we like you you too would smile. I take great pains, by the way to keep my feet odor free, but I worry about gas. Humanity in the end is what love is all about. You take off the makeup. You have a rich meal, and two people exchange bodily fluids in the heat of passion. If one gets out of bed not feeling it, they need to take action. Either accept the other person, fix the problem, or walk away. The problem of being human, however, never goes away.