So it's said that Freud's dying words were: "What do women want?" Whether any female on the premises answered: "I'll tell you, only if you'll give it to me," is unknown, but the point is, women are a mystery. Even to the greatest of minds, not to mention our own.
Frankly, however, I get the feeling that we've become bored by all the ruminating and speculating. Girlfriends say that when they have a spare hour, they spend it on a foot massage, which is far less expensive and so much more rewarding than an hour on the couch. Ah, if only I was at Herr Doktor's bedside when he asked that question. I could have told him, gently but firmly: "Listen Doc, who the hell cares?"
To my shame, filmmaker Nancy Meyers cared. So much that she made a movie called "What Women Want" (released in Japan as "Heart of Woman") and plopped Mel Gibson right in the center like the biggest, reddest strawberry on a huge, pink cake. Grab a fork girls, says this movie. Dig right in. And after the last bite, we may have arrived at some form of self-knowledge, a logical conclusive nugget of wisdom that answers Freud's question. If you believe that, you'll believe anything.