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Dear Ann Landers,
merican women love money, but they scream their heads off when their husbands do what is re-quired to pay for the big home, the second car, vacations, and 128 the better things in life. Business is murderously competitive. An executive needs eyes in the back of his head to see who is trying to knife him. Organizational footwork can leave a guy completely drained. So what happens? He comes home ex-hausted, and his wife considers it a personal insult if he doesn't become instantly aroused at the sight of her bending over the kitchen sink. If she should suggest something and he says he's too tired, she locks herself in the bathroom and cries for two hours. She is positive (a) he no longer loves her, (b) her life as a woman is finished, (c) he has another dame. Why is it that a woman has the bom right to be too tired, but a man- never! So what happens to the husband who struggles to get ahead and isn't sure he's making it? His wife lets him know he isn't making it at home either, and he becomes doubly de-pressed. More conflict, more guilt, more anxiety, and finally total incapacitation. You won't print this letter, but I feel better for having written it. Now you can throw it on the floor, Babe. Thanks.-Wall Street Warrior

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Dear Readers,
, a wife wrote that she was disturbed because her husband had come home from a stag party where two girls did strip acts. You told the wife she should not be thrown off balance by a “cheap little bimbo whose major talent is parading at stags in the altogether.” For the first time in my life, I feel I should defend my profes-sion. I have been an exotic dancer (I prefer this to “stripper”) for twelve years. I am no cheap little bimbo but a hard-working woman who paid taxes on $40,000 last year. When I finished my schooling in the East at age sixteen, I went to work in the office of a major network. In the ten months I worked there, I received more indecent proposals and pinches on my posterior than in the twelve years I have been doing my act. There can be artistry and taste in exotic dancing. I am told I have a regal bearing which makes men respect me. The average male would think twice before he tried to pinch a woman who buys her own diamonds and minks, and travels with a 200-pound drummer. Since you claim to be fair, Ann, I hope you will print my letter and give the customers an eyeful.-T.N.T.

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