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Enjoy the woman themed radio show and read- He made some decent points as well as needing to be slapped upside his head.

A European Psychiatrist’s Views On The American Female
Felix Marti Ibanez M.D. Gentry Magazine Summer 1954 you can purchase it here

An ancient Polynesian legend symbolizes the eternal battle of the sexes. Tatwahstri, the Polynesian god, created man. When he saw that man was lonely and sad, Tatwahstri gave him a companion- a woman. Man and woman, alone in their garden of Eden, lived out their love story.
One day the man went to speak with the god, who lived in a palace hidden among the boulders of an ancient volcano.
“Lord,” said the man, “I was lonely and craved company. Thou, oh generous One, didst give me a woman. And I was happy at first. But the woman is as haughty as a peacock, yet banal and empty like a basket without fruit. She speaks incessantly and says nothing. She is as headstrong as an untamed horse which for lack of a bridle does not know where to go. She is silly, pompous, immature. I was alone and life was sad, but now my life is intolerable. Lord, take her away and leave me with my loneliness.”
And the god complied with the man’s wishes.
Several days later the mortal returned. “Lord!” he cried, “I have committed a grave error. I was not happy with the woman but without her I am even more unhappy. I miss her foolish chatter, I keep remembering her gazelle-like grace, her bird of paradise gestures, her dazzling beauty. Lore, I cannot live without her. Give her back to me.”
And the god gave her back to him.
Several days later the man was back, terribly distressed. “Lord,” he sobbed, “I did not know what I was saying. It is a thousand times better to live alone but free. The woman is a tyrant and she wishes to make me her slave. She is arrogant, impatient, insufferably demanding, Lord punish me, but take her away.”
And the god answered, “Keep her! That is your punishment!”

The foregoing fable might very well be symbolical of the attitude of the modern American male toward his mate in most large American cities or fashionable places. He can live neither without her nor with her. Without her he is prey to loneliness; with her he feels enslaved. In her he seeks a mate and finds a boss. He offers her his entire life and she rewards him by making him dance to the tune she plays. The position of the American male vis a vis the female deteriorates more and more with time. Little does he know that he is the prisoner of a woman who herself is the victim of an inferiority complex.
As long as he judges her by externals- woman as a reflection of the fashion magazines, of the country’s Fifth Avenues- he sees her as quite a dazzling creature. But when he gets to know her more intimately, he finds that her multicolored cloak is lined with shoddy grey. She may be the most glamorous feminine specimen on earth, from the outside, but on closer inspection she often turns out to be one of those plexiglass anatomical models we see at medical conventions- transparent and empty.

THE AMERICAN GIRL IN HER GLORY

Those of us who come from Europe are dazzled in the street, at the office, at restaurants and theatres, by the physical perfection and elegance of the young American woman. Outwardly, indeed, she is poised and self-assured, charming and gracious. From nine in the morning to five in the evening, during an office working day, this female is living proof that Hollywood may be right: American girls may really be the living counterpart of fairy tale princesses. Rarely, even for a single moment, does she cease to be a shining example of physical and social perfection in a man, disjointed world.
But what is the psychological reality behind the poised, impeccable facade of so many of our American women? The victim of a good deal of rushing about, petty annoyances and worries, contradictory emotions and disappointments, of a thousand and one repressions and daily frustrations, she has a private life of dreams centered mainly around clothes and beauty aids which will help her, she hopes, to achieve the perfect exterior with which to crush not only the men but also the other women around her, and to bring the strength of her personality to bear upon the man she marries.
As is true of almost every woman on Earth, the supreme desire of the American girl is to get married. But once she is married, she will concentrate upon the man against whom she is married (the American girl is never married to anyone). In the United States to pass from spinsterhood to the marital state means that the kitten may legitimately become the lioness. The average married American female is unconsciously an Amazon whose husband invariably feels the iron hand of her tyranny.

But while she waits for the supreme opportunity that marriage will bring, this woman is a mass of neuroses and unresolved problems.
Let us look at her, as impartially as we can, as she has her black coffee without sugar at the corner Hamburger Heaven. Her features are clean, brave, intelligent. It is a handsome face. It is also a hard, tense face. Perhaps it is so, because every day this girl contends with hordes of men who humiliate her, making her stand in the subway, pushing her out of the way to get to the door first, self taking their hats off in her presence, never getting up when she enters a room, swearing in her presence, answering her rudely, letting her pay for her own dinners and movies. In winning ofr herself the questionable privilege of being treated as an equal by the opposite sex, teh American girl has lost many of the feminine privileges which a woman should cherish as the heritage of her sex.
How has she responded to this situation? In striving for absolute physical perfection, she assiduously cultivates elegance, beauty, cleanliness- and an arrogant manner with which to quell the male whenever possible. She lives on bird seed just to keep her figure; instead of spending her lunch hour eating, she goes window shopping, and she saves her pennies so that she may buy more expensive clothes than she can afford. How much of this is done to allay the serious and real loneliness to which her freedom has led her? For many American girls have chosen a road to freedom which turns out to be the road to loneliness.

THE AMERICAN AMAZON
The foreigner sees this country as one of flourishing women and sad men. In point of fact, women here are richer than men; they own fifty percent of the stocks, sixty five percent of bank accounts, and sixty percent of government bonds. This in itself is against nature’s principle that the active role- and the means to play it- should be held largely by men, not women.
It will be hard to disagree with the statement that the married women in the United States has managed to win for herself the uppermost rung in the ladder. Perhaps her struggle to win supremacy over man started with the desire to achieve political equality with him.
Winning a battle for quality here, another there, women have also lost their peace of mind and the happiness proper to their sex.
The American woman is the boss of a home which, if her financial situation permits, she encumbers with all sorts of gadgets meant to spare her any physical exertion: automatic washers, dish-washing machines, electric mixers, vacuum cleaners, deep freeze units, and pressure cookers. All that complicated machinery- the glory of American civilization- does indeed simplify many domestic tasks which require muscle power and physical effort. But a modicum of physical effort is as necessary to keep the female organism in balance as it is the male. Because of the fruits of man’s mechanical ingenuity, our female boasts that she does not need servants. But perhaps the psychological motive for this sacrifice is her unconscious fear of having in her home a hard working woman who might present a dangerous contrast with the mistress of the house!

THE AMERICAN MATRIARCHY
Everywhere the American woman reigns supreme in national life, dominating the magazine covers and newspapers, usurping key posts and responsibilities which belong to the man. Industry and trade, aware that women are their most important customers, train their batteries on them knowing that through women they largely dominate national mass market.
The European woman needs and adores praise; the American woman, while she may secret long for masculine adulation, looks with suspicion on the foreigner who compliments her or with scorn upon the American who lavishes praise on her. In the first case she fears that he may be trying to win her over by playing on her weaknesses; in the case of her own countryman she suspects he is a rival making fun of her. The compliments of a foreigner she answers with a condescending smile; to those of the American she often reacts with a sarcastic remark.
Unlike the European woman, the American woman does not know that surrender is the greatest feminine power and that the more complete the surrender the greater its impact. The American woman refuses to give up her independence even at the moment of love ecstasy. Because of a wrong understanding of her biological role she fears that the male may take advantage of her surrender and enslave her socially. For the European woman, love is a battle to which she comes in anticipation of the pleasure of being overcome by a stronger force. For the American woman, love is only a match from which she must emerge untouched.

THE DESIRE TO WEAR THE PANTS
A symbol of her desire to emulate and replace man and as an unconscious tribute to masculine superiority, the American woman loves to wear pants not only metaphorically but as part of her actual apparel. Clothes are a revealing index of a person’s psychology. In the United States, in my opinion, women’s desire to wear pants on all occasions- when it is hot in Florida or cold in New York, when she rides a horse or stays at home, when she takes a trip to the country or has an intimate supper on the terrace- is a sign of her desire to wrest from the male the symbolic attribute of his superiority.
In France, pants are used by some women on the beach or in the country, but French women are always eager to return to their natural apparel. In the United States, women from childhood on actually cultivate a fondness for pants. Often the cajole their men to adopt the ignoble uniform of the apron with which they thoughtfully cover their husbands “so they won’t get dirty when they do the dishes.” Not content with converting their husbands into dishwashers, they add the shame of subjecting them to a female disguise.

THE WORSHIP OF THE EXUBERANT BUST
A symptom of the American woman’s sexual immaturity is the way she encourages the glorification of certain anatomical abnormalities which, if anything, should be a source of distress and embarrassment. Surely, men know that colossal breasts ceased being a symbol of beauty with the Venus of Willendorf ten thousand years ago.
The American sweater girl is a cogent example of how American women are obsessed with purely physical attributes with which to subjugate the male. They do not realize that they reveal themselves to be failures as women when they glorify the over-curvaceous female. These women may be compared to men who glorify the feats of a Casanova or a Don Juan who, in triumphing over women, are vindicating collective masculine insufficiency. Little do women realize that the tribute the American man pays to the actress over-endowed in bust development reflects dependence on the mother, the secret desire of the male-child for the mother-nurse; abundant breasts bring back memories of yearned for lactation and comfortable infancy.
The European woman laughs when she sees the photographs of Hollywood actresses showing all that censorship permits. She knows that a mere dropping of the eyes, a subtle smile, an inflection of the voice, an almost unseen movement exudes more sexuality than the feeble eroticism of some American women.

ENFORCED SILENCE
American women have imposed the taboo of silence on the opposite sex.
In Europe or Latin America- where woman is queen because man is king and places her thrown next to his- at parties or family reunions men usually speak more than women, and better. In the United States there is no way of determining whether men have interesting things to say or not because women do not let them say much. Many American women have veneer of culture which, although superficial, is nevertheless more extensive than that of their men.
A married American woman has much of the day free to do many things, among them to acquire the culture which comes from magazines, newspapers, radio and television. But her man has time only to work hard, to escort his wife to parties, to pay the bills, and at the age of forty to complain of ulcers and high blood pressure, put on bifocals, and die ten years later, leaving a solid insurance policy to his widow and her second husband.
At parties in this country I have noticed that women monopolize the conversation. Men drink their cocktails, smoke, and listen with forced patience to some lady describing to other ladies- with a talent for detail that Marcel Proust would have envied- the diet she is undergoing, the latest pair of shoes she bought, the last bridge party she attended. When she stops talking another woman takes up the chatter.

THE AMAZON’S HUSBANDS
The psychological reaction of the male on social occasions is to take advantage of the first opportunity to escape from the women and join the other men in a corner to tell off color stories. At first the foreigner attending these parties acquires an unfavorable opinion of the manners and masculinity of these men grouped together and laughing boisterously in a room where ladies are present. When we become aware of what has driven American men to take refuge from their women, we realize that their reaction is very much like that of children who are intimidated by their mothers and seek each other out so that they may enjoy their individual cowardliness in collective security.
Another defense which the man has is to get drunk on such occasions and enjoy an artificial but exhilarating sensation of freedom. By means of alcohol and the off-color joke, the men grouped in a corner of the room create an invisible but protective wall which temporarily isolates them from their domineering wives.
To escape the American Amazon the male has his club where only men are admitted, and his hunting or fishing trips with male friends on weekends or vacations. In England the club is man’s exclusive domain, where his supremacy is even greater than elsewhere in a country preeminently male. In the United States these clubs, fraternities, business conventions and association meetings, societies and lodges are refuges where a man may go of an evening not to bowl or discuss politics but to flee the tyranny of the little woman at home. As for hunting and fishing trips- incomprehensible to Europeans unless the purpose of such excursions is really to fish or hunt- they seem to be a sort of honeymoon without the wife, during which the sad male enjoys the fleeting pleasure of being far from the mailed fist of his Amazon.
A man may also take refuge right in his home- in his television set. If American women fully realized the danger which television represents in their homes (it feeds men visions of pretty, sweet women who do not nag their husbands) and risk of letting other women besides themselves speak to their husbands from the screen, the television industry would disintegrate. But because the American woman does not perceive this, the American male keeps the radio or television going full blast. He is not really listening to the radio or television; he is unconsciously leveling the down the inequality prevalent in the home. Noise, like whiskey and sports, is one of the best means of escaping the American Amazon.

(Missed the Worship of Jezebel) -unconscious purpose is to humiliate and wear the male down, subjecting him to all sorts of excitement only to deflate him like a punctured balloon. Only the literary worship of Don Juan can arrest the literary influence of his American female counterpart, but unfortunately for the American male Don Juan could never flourish in a matriarchy.

THE SECRET FRIGIDITY IN AMERICAN WOMEN
American psychiatrists and gynecologist have said that three out of four American women are frigit. Seventy-five percent of American women do not enjoy complete sexual satisfaction and this sexual anesthesia has been attributed to various causes: fear of divine punishment for violating the sex taboos of society, a vestige of classical Puritan attitudes; the conflict between juvenile love of one’s self as against love for the husband; love for other women in contrast with love for men incarnated in the husband; unconscious resentment and hatred of men in general; desire for revenge upon men, or desire to avenge the mother for her sufferings at the hands of the husband-father.
These factors, according to the gynecologist W.S. Kroger of Chicago and the endocrinologist S.C. Freed of San Francisco, explain the aggressiveness of American spinsters, restless women, champions of their sex in constant competition with men, “narcissistic women, violent defenders of virginity.” For the American woman marriage is conflict with the man; it is an incessant effort which she tries to allay by means of excessive interest in card-playing or over-expensive clothes, just as spinsterhood often goes hand in hand with over-fanatical dedication to a career.
Underlying sexual hatred for the male-husband is hostility towards all men. Unconsciously envious of the role played by the male, women resent masculine domination and superiority. Female frigidity is a protest against submitting and giving pleasure to the male. Frigid women want marriage only to satisfy their narcissistic desires and their latent homosexuality.
The principal cause of her frigidity may be her narcissism, because although a certain dose of egotism is indispensable for maintaining one’s self-respect, love for another person is a sign of the generous overflowing of one’s love for one’s self. In the narcissistic woman there is no love left for the male and this accounts of her frigidity.
Other times the American woman is emotionally immature and persists in her phase of infantile sexuality. Since sexual maturity is an indication of adulthood, it is impossible for her to achieve sexual satisfaction. Emotionally she is still playing with her dolls.

SEXUAL ANESTHESIA IN AMERICAN WOMAN
Sexual anesthesia, so common in American women, represents an inner negation of the normal pleasurable sensations derived from sex relations. For these women the husband still symbolizes unconsciously the father with whom the sex relationship is impossible and in turn any case would not be pleasurable since it is prohibited. Physical love for the European woman is an absolute and pleasurable surrender. Incapable of surrendering either body or soul to the enemy husband, the American woman hardly cares whether she receives her maximum pleasure before, during, or after the sex act- or never at all.

THE BRUNNHILDE COMPLEX
In 1914 the Berlin psychiatrists O. Cohnstamm and Max Friedmann, and recently E. Jolowocs in New York, ventured to explain certain feminine reactions in terms of a Brunnhilde complex, which, in my opinion, typifies the frigidity of many American women.
The Brunnhilde complex is the conflict of a strong woman seeking a man stronger than herself. This conflict is further complicated by the fact a strong man generally does not like strong women. Brunnhilde is also the type of woman in whom there exists a certain amount of sexual fixation with regard to her father.
In the Nibelungenlied, Brunnhilde is a young queen who challenges any man to surpass her in skill and strength. She is won and tamed by a Siegfried and she has him killed only to realize too late that he was the only man worthy of her love. She then throws herself upon his funeral pyre and is burned to death.
Brunnhilde symbolized the complete and ideal emancipation of woman from man. She was a woman of permanent virginity, without obligation to home or maturity. Her protective armour was her virginity, finally lost to a man stronger than herself and whom she had to kill because surrender made her life miserable; yet life without him was even less tolerable and she had to commit suicide.
In fairy tales, the prince wakens the sleeping princess with a symbolic kiss. In the myth that kiss meant deflowering, which put an end to the dream of perfect feminine emancipation. In the American Brunnhilde, the unconscious desire to be ravished by a man stronger than herself is superseded by her neurotic tendencies which provide a safeguard against such an unconscious anti-moral desire.
American Brunnhildes- career women like the heroine of Moss Hart’s Lady in the Dark- suffer a masculinity complex. They act like men and reject the duties and obligations of women. Whether she be Brunnhilde, Judith, the legendary Amazon, a doctor, lawyer, or journalist, such a woman’s efforts are directed toward competing with men and overcoming them on their own grounds and with their own weapons. If she does not have the physical attributes of the Amazon, she concentrates on intellectual superiority. The modern Brunnhilde, a direct descendant of the Penthesilea, the Joan of Arcs, the Cleopatra’s and Sapphos, tries to resolve her conflict neurotically by sublimating her libido in work, and she often becomes either asexual or a Lesbian. Her repressed desires for her father stimulate her masculinity complex and accentuate her desires for persons of the same sex. Sometimes such a woman chooses a man to satisfy her sex needs and may even have children, but she makes herself accessible to him only in the strictest physical sense while her emotional life is zealously withheld. It also frequently happens in this country that a woman chooses a weak man she can rule and control, thereby exchanging the sexual superiority she earnestly desires for maternal superiority as she makes of her husband an obedient child whom she dominates even in the bedroom.

THE HOPE LIES IN THE RETURN TO PATRIARCHY
What is the treatment for these unhappy women who while unmarried are neurotics enmeshed in conflicts and when married become Amazons on the outside and neurotics and frustrated within?
If American men would create a biologically normal patriarchy, the number of neurotic women (and psychiatrists!) would diminish. Women would be happier because instead of competing they would be protected; they would be mates and not opponents. To be men and women in the deepest sense of the meaning of these words should be the goal.
When women no longer feel the need for being masculine, men will be able to each them to enjoy the pleasures of being feminine in the knowledge that they will be protected. Let women be more womanly and men will be more manly, and the startling number of homosexuals in this country will decrease. The children of these normal couples will be normal, too, and they will not have to perpetuate the unhappy history of flourishing women and sad men.
If women would take more care to cultivate their inner stature, men would be able to admire them more as women than as the Amazon-statue-goddess whom they fear but do not love. Let American women learn to love their men as being biologically destined to rule, as embodiments of the active principle in nature, and men will raise them up to their level through their love and respect.
The hope lies in men’s assuming the active role, women in the passive role… in a biological patriarchy instead of an anti-biological and antisocial matriarchy. Only then will the American couple regain a biological balance, a condition largely lost through the maleficent influence of the unhappy American Amazon.

 
Remember the days of yesteryear when not every household had a television set? Family time meant gathering around the radio and settling in for the latest comedy, drama, or action adventure. Rather than having the picture painted for you; your imagination went wild with what the characters looked like. You selected your own ambience based on sound and description. It was a wonderful time for adding fuel to your creative mind. Well neither do I, but I enjoy it now

Tonight I will be airing “What a Pantomine” by the Clitheroe Kid and then “Later That Same Evening” by the Bickersons

Before I start, let me hit you with the Hollywood Scoop where I share the latest news of our generations classy and modern celebrities-
Reese Witherspoon was arrested over the weekend for obstruction of justice
Beiber was voted the biggest moron in the music by Dawn Masuoka Radio
And former child star Amanda Bynes continues to sue everyone, including her own reflection for looking at her.
And when I was glancing around the latest entertainment news- I saw a photo of a large line waiting to go see the Backstreet Boys, which prompts me to ask… “Why are they still a thing?”
The BIG news I heard on Friday while working, which I forgot about until Sunday and by then figured it was probably a dream… It sounds like Heroes will be returning via Xbox- with an entire new cast, new story line, along with cameos by the original group of heroes. Are you as exciting as I am??? Probably since I lost interest through most of the series.
It also seems that Arnold Schwarzenegger has a new girlfriend- a 38 year old physical therapist who obviously has no form of media exposure. Oh, but I’m sure he’ll be different with her.
And finally… Chrissy Amphlett — whose hit song “I Touch Myself” while lead singer of the Divinyls dominated the 1990s — passed away on Sunday after succumbing to the effects of breast cancer and multiple sclerosis. She was 53. I guess the lesson we can take from that- is touch yourself often regardless of who you’re thinking about… and make sure to report any abnormal changes or lumps to your doctor as soon as possible.

*Just In* Folk singer and guitarist Richie Havens, who opened the 1969 Woodstock music festival with a legendary and lengthy set that helped make him famous, died Monday at age 72.
His career spans decades, but he may be most famous for his role as the first performer at Woodstock. He launched the three-day festival with more than two hours of music, even running out of songs and thus improvising the song “Freedom” based on the old spiritual “Motherless Child.”

I’ll be posting videos after the show… some time.

Just Like Heaven
This song is about a dreamy day near the seashore with a loved one. Lead singer Robert Smith was brought up in the town of Crawley in Southeast England, which is about 40 miles from Beachy Head (a cliff and notorious suicide hotspot). (thanks, Wim – Brussels, Belgium)
According to Rolling Stone magazine, this was cut at a vineyard in the South of France, and is Robert Smith’s favorite Cure song. The band’s girlfriends hung out at the sessions, which influenced the music: “The girls would sit on the sofa in the back of the control room and give the songs marks out often,” Smith said. “So there was a really big female input.”
The version released as a single was remixed by Bob Clearmountain. He has worked with The Rolling Stones and Bruce Springsteen, among others.
The video featured a cameo by Robert Smith’s then girlfriend and soon-to-be wife, Mary. (thanks, richard – alva, OK)
The original demo of this song was titled “Shivers.”
In the November, 2003 issue of Blender magazine, Robert Smith said: “In 1987, my wife, Mary, and I lived in a small two-bedroom flat in North London. The other room was my music room. Just about the only discipline I had in my life was self-imposed. I set myself a regimen of writing 15 days a month; otherwise I’d have just got up in mid-afternoon and watched TV until the pubs opened, then gone out drinking. I knew as soon as I’d written it that it was a good pop song. Although I didn’t realize it at the time, the structure is very similar to ‘Another Girl, Another Planet,’ by The Only Ones, which I can still vividly remember hearing on the radio late at night in the mid-’70s. The main difference is that as the song progressed, I introduced some different chord changes, which give it that slightly melancholic feeling. The song is about hyperventilating – kissing and fainting to the floor. Mary dances with me in the video because she was the girl, so it had to be her. The idea is that one night like that is worth 1,000 hours of drudgery.”