Was just watching the scene in the S2 finale where Sydney is forced to "attract the attention" of Dr Jurgens. Sydney has just approached Vaughn at the bar. While I was distracted for a moment by the thought of Vaughn in a leather teddy (hold on, I need another minute...), I notice something small which intrigued me.

Setting" 2x22
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing


Brief moment

There is something truly unfair about the power of the female body over men. I use it every in my job, to attract attention and complete my mission. But it just seems plain unfair sometimes, that we as women as able to hold so much control with a flick of our hair and the swish of our hips.

Every night, it is a different wig, different make-up, different dress. But maybe they aren't all as different as I would like to think. Hair cut to cast a mysterious shadow across my face. Eyes darkened and lips painted full, giving a playful yet powerful look to my delicate features. And every dress fits me like a glove, hiding nothing from any man who might have the audacity to look my way.

Every woman is the same when pursuing a man. Every time I see it, I shake my head at our lack of creativity as a gender. I see them enter the club, hair done and dressed to kill. Their eyes scan the room, until they find someone who fits their criteria. Then they place themselves in his view and work their stuff. They always seem to know the moment they have caught his attention, because their actions change from attention seeking something sleeker, more alluring, to finish the act. Mission complete, he is all yours.

But I always wonder, why does it work? Men hardly ever go to the extremes that we go to. It always seems to be the woman who does the work, attracting his attention. And when a man actually does make the effort, we melt instantly and fall for every sleazy line. Sometimes I think that being a woman is too much work.

But as I walk away from the bar, I fake a glance across the floor. I catch Vaughn watching me with that look which usually turns my stomach, and I think that maybe it isn't so bad.

Sometimes.