Yesterday, one of my social media pals shared the link which appears at the end of this post. It reminds me of my teen years during the 1970s, when I read Cosmopolitan and decided I was a wallflower. In spite of the cheerleading tone of the advice in that fine publication, I knew I’d never measure up to the standard.
Read whatever you want into the “measure up” expression. Just don’t read too much into the wallflower thing. There were plenty of men who were interested in me, and at least a few men whom I found attractive. There just weren’t any instances of mutual attraction.
A note on Cosmo: At the time, I wished it was socially acceptable for bisexual women to admit they bought the magazine for the pictures. That was the main reason I was interested in it. The text was geared to straight women who were either naive or entertained by the fantasy. Kinsey 6 female fans probably skipped the writing altogether, but we don’t know for a fact that Cosmo had any Kinsey 6 fans. We were never told whether the publisher, Hearst, was even aware of the sexual orientation demographics. Helen Gurley Brown must have known something, though. Her formula was definitely meant for women like me.
A bi woman’s gay side can get complicated when she reacts to airbrushed photos of women with perfect makeup and sensational bodies. Saying it’s an I want her and I want to be her, but I know she’d reject me on both counts thing is an oversimplification. True, but still an oversimplification.
The relationship between bi women and 1970s Cosmopolitan is impossible to describe. If you were there and you felt it, you got it. Maybe it was something like the Tao. Or, not.