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I'm not a man, after all, so I can't assess it. And since I wrote the book, I can't objectively consider how it might instruct or inform anyone, man or woman.I think of another marvelous scene in a novel, though I don't remember whose novel. It feels art hedberg that it must be by Philip Roth. At any rate, there's art hedberg a young man, a teenager, I guess, being amazed that girls have breasts. They just walk around with them all the time, he tells himself, they art hedberg could touch them anytime they wanted to! Just touch them! As women know, this is quite a different approach to breasts from the one taken by the possessor of them, who spends her time assessing them in a dissatisfied way, usually: They're too small, they're too big, they sag, whatever. Have you ever encountered a woman who was pleased with her breasts? Certainly, we don't find them sexually compelling. They're just our breasts.So I hope that men reading this book, men for whom the vagina is an amazing fact hiding between our legs, men who think WOW, they have those things, right there, they could touch them, they got 'em, right between their legs, this book can say: Yup, we've got 'em, and they can be a pack of trouble.
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