I have read about men and women persuading their wives and daughters to do it. They bask in the reflected glory. I have a photo of myself on a carnival float as Miss *. I was bullied into it, literally. You never saw a grumpier carnival queen in your life. But my boss made me do it and my then husband was delighted. He loved it if other men were jealous of him. I eventually realised it was a very 'pride in ownership' thing, like having a nice car. I wish I had known more/enough about human nature when I was younger. I was stupid enough to believe that I was likeable for my personality and intelligence. Of course looks are what make the initial attraction, but he was no beauty and I liked him being intelligent. Sadly he was also very shallow.
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