As products of the age of egalitarian enlightenment, we believe ourselves to be above traditional concepts of masculinity and femininity.
Fathers insist on letting their sons play with Barbie dolls.
Benedict was unperturbed by my reluctance to take drugs.
As far as he was concerned, I was a dependent just like him.
I was in the papers every day, “the enfant terrible of the culinary world”. Later, I would open the Titanic restaurant in Soho.
Will Smith, the movie star, would be up on stage singing. On a table over there was Hugh Hefner, the Playboy boss, with dolly birds.
These results coincide with an identical 2003 study, the only change being that there are more women having casual sex, but not more women admitting to it.
Women are encouraged to “have sex like a man” without the backlash of societal judgment.
The housing questionnaire at my super liberal college asked not what gender you were, but whether you identified with “male,” “female,” or (confusingly at the time) “other.” All the signs point to the belief that the line between masculine behavior and feminine behavior is becoming blurred. According to a recent survey, college-age men were perfectly comfortable admitting that they write poetry or lie about their weight (activities usually associated with women), and college-age women proudly declared that they belch or curse (behavior usually considered male).
Barring some sexual counterrevolution, it seems inevitable that the permissiveness we now hold towards gender roles in the US will soon extend to sexual histories as well.
Soon men and women might be splitting the difference on that "Rule of Three" and simply trading their real number of partners.