The Truth About Women

There is no single truth; many things are true. There are more things that are true about women than about men; it is therefore more difficult to decide what is true and what is not. Picture, if you will, Warren Ellis's 196,833 dimensional realities; there are more women, there is more to women, there are more kinds of women; there are more dimensions, and more realities.

Men are simple. They invent classifications, and assume that what works for men, works for women. Of course they work for women, since women have a finer resolution when taken as a spectrum; but this also means these systems are far less accurate. "Age does not wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety," said the Bard of Avon — this is true for many women, too many to count.

It is easier to reduce the dimensionality, to imagine that there is a single feminine mystique, a single feminine intuition, a single Mona Lisa smile. But that would be wrong; it would reify the unreifiable — for women are a continuous spectrum, and not the easily isolated lines of the line spectrum that is man. And even that is not what they are, not really, not altogether, not... truthfully.

It is still June.