Such a sad decline from the ’50s, when women were taught how to properly treat their more-significant others.
‘I love my husband, and we have a charming home and three wonderful children. But it is all spoilt for me because I do so hate bedtime and all it implies,’ was the start of one letter sent to the Woman’s Own agony aunt, Leonora Eyles. It was typical, said Eyles, of 60 per cent of the letters in her daily postbag.Never talk cleverly to men — they’re terrified of brainy women
She advised the mother-of-three to build up a sense of gratitude to her husband for working hard and bringing in the money — by telling herself: ‘He is doing this for us, to keep going this home we share, to buy things for me, to pay our rent, to give me treats . . . I love him so much!’
In other words, sex was a transaction. The man got what he wanted. The woman got a roof over her head.
With newly-weds, Eyles took a briskly sympathetic attitude.
Sex problems, she said, could usually be solved with a bit of home decorating.
Couples who got down to papering and painting ‘their nest’ would discover that physical activity made all the difference. ‘Night will approach and a happy mating with it,’ she promised.