Thoughts on the Hunt


Men like the chase – they say.
Remnants from earlier times, where they were the hunters and we mere women the gatherers. Where a good clubbing over the head, and being dragged into a cave was considered foreplay and where consent was a word not yet invented. An easier time, I wager, regardless of all of the dark sides that come with it. Someone with a spare time machine around?

Men like the hunt – they say.
We live in an age where playing hard to get has been turned into an artform on both sides of the battlefield of love, with a hidden side of desperation that I’ve never really gotten the hang of. The etiquette of replying (or rather, not replying) has taken up entire books in our relationship discourse, and there’s goddamn workshops teaching people how dating works these days because ain’t nobody understand it…

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