THE IDEAL WOMAN

There's a subject we've never discussed on Uncle Eddie's Theory Corner, and it's time to do that now. I speak of the Ideal Woman, the woman that all men dream about and who all women aspire to be.   

Notice I didn't say, "The Perfect Woman." No, no. The Ideal Woman isn't perfect. Nobody is. Expect her to be a tad moody sometimes.

And her friends might be a bit...oh, a bit on the "wild side."

Maybe some of them are a bit generous with their phone numbers. That's okay.

The woman I'm talking about cultivates an inner life that insulates her against the temptations of the  world. 

Her mind is on things like...science.

Of course the Ideal Woman has certain physical assets.

Cultural assets, too. She's always up on what the cutting-edge poets are doing.

And Earthy. She's very Earthy. The needs of the flesh are no stranger to her. 

The Ideal Woman isn't a slave to the fashion du jour.  

She chuckles at the fashion follies of lesser women.

No, the Ideal Woman embodies principals that are timeless. She's a thing of beauty that transcends attribution or description.

There she goes, a basket of wild flowers in her hands, leading the rest of us mortals to the bright and sunny uplands.