Women are attractive. I should leave it at that being a man of few words, but purely to forfend this upload being cast into the hole of superficiality let me dig deeper. To the casual eye these are just photos of hot blonde cowgirls, which indeed they are, but bear with me, there's much more to them.

There's no denying that they're 'hot', indeed none of their delightful feminine curves should escape notice, scrutiny would be a step too far though. Somewhere on ur internets an article mentioned that it is actually the womans face men focus on most during an encounter. For example beautiful faces with flashing eyes and soft warm blood filled lips crying out for a passionate kiss. The reason for all this is of such crucial import that the very survival of our species depends upon it. I must explain that reason in great detail if I ever find out.

Meanwhile we can speculate, for nature may abhor a vacuum but mountebanks thrive there in great numbers. The story of women being attractive is equally the story of men being attracted. Men reach their peak of libido around 18 whereafter it declines, very gradually though, as peer reviewed papers in the most prestigious medical journals have noted we remain unfeasibly horny into our dotage.

Female libido is reported to peak much later, but the mis-match delivers. Women are at their most physically attractive just when they are best ready to miracle up babies and just when men are most gung ho to engage in contributory activity. If nature takes her course the resulting wee urchins need much raising, for owing to their tiny dimensions they are notoriously poor at combat and so lacking in strength they cannot haul much gravel.

To encourage an enduring parental partnership even though a womans looks can begin to fade and the risk of the man straying arises, her libido increases. Nothing quite creates that sense of belonging, that inner calm and serene contentment for both man and woman like making the sweaty howling beast with two backs. I'm assuming yin yang here rather that y'in yet.

Now add to that the accumulation of shared history "do you remember the time you maxed out the credit card / forgot our anniversary / administered electro-convulsive therapy to the puppy". Over time the value of a life companion weighs ever more against 'distractions'. Either that or it's screaming "you stole my best years" and optionally gnashing and launching random delf.

So against that great backdrop, to celebrate July 4th these two beautiful young women danced upon the bar in Tonic to live covers of "Light My Fire" and such. Few onlookers harkened back to 1776 I'll wager, thinking less about independance and more about union, but at least "pursuit of happiness" got a look in.

It is a womans gift to a man, ready as he is to escalate conflict she'll bring out the better angels of his nature. He may be dejected and a prisoner of his own negativity, but she will summon up the raw horndog impulse then gently steer that drive to mutually beneficial ends, the finest ends you could imagine. At least that's my grasp of it.