Poor Michelle Smith. She doesn’t want to be ignored and she doesn’t wanted to be treated as a sex object.
She’s pretty...confused.
Like most women, she writes in a way that she believes other women will appreciate, even though that way has utterly no bearing on how women really think and behave.
She’s sees a little of that contradiction when she notices that rock stars and pro athletes get women when sweaty and smelly from the arena, even though she PROMISES her dear feminine readers that women don’t want sweaty, smelly men.
Guffaw!
Which is to say, she catches a glimpse of herself not understanding her own self or her own gender.
If a rock star, movie star, TV star, or hyper-famous pro athlete starts playing pickup basketball outside her garage on her driveway, she’s going to swoon. That’s all that she will think about and talk about.
It doesn’t matter that the star in her driveway is sweaty and smelly. She’s going to obsess about the famous star outside her door.
So even though she wants to *claim* to other women that ladies don’t want smelly, sweaty men...she’ll ignore the smell and the sweat when the rubber meets the road.
Women don’t understand themselves.
She really doesn't like sweaty, smelly men; that's why she'll invite him in for a shower, ho[ing the rubber meets the broad....then another shower.