Yes, I know women who leave one abusive relationship very often enter into a second one. This is why someone needs to wrote that book about it. I am unfamiliar with Linda 'Lovelace's' abilities as a writer and psychologist, but perhaps she has shown a tad more interest in making money by making porn flicks, then books about how she enjoyed it, then bo0ks about how she didn't really enjoy it after all. Maybe she is not the dingbat she appears to be. Maybe she could write a book that would explain herself really. She probably DID enjoy it as well as loathe it. People pay bazillions to rent and buy and see horror films that scare the bejeezus out of them and show all sorts of the unpleasant things that tne fictional undead can do with your intestines, pancreas and spleen. People pay bazillions to ride terrifying rollercoasters and whirl-O-Vomit rides. The Japanese have perfected the semi-suicidal blowfish dinner, that gives you the buzz of death but without actually killing you. And then there are cigarettes, slot machines and all manner of ways of semi-damaging yourself that are sold as pleasurable. Masochism is a known and accurate diagnosis.
Sean Connery points out that when a woman nags, and nags, and nags, and just won't go away or shut the Hell up, this nagging is something that men do not ordinarily do, and is quite frustrating. Women also like to make up wacko theories and cry and cry and cry to get their way, or get special permission to spend hubby's money on useless crap, and men rarely do that either. It is then, and only then, Connery suggests that one good slap is a man's only alternative to hearing more and more nagging and manipulative crap. There are no records of him actually DOING this, just saying that it remains an option. In the same way that women's activists claim that it is always okay to kick a man, hubby, boyfriend or whomever, in the balls to convince him to stop acting in an annoying way. I once knew a couple, Frances and Glenn Long, where you could not be in their presence for five minutes without Frances telling you how evil Glenn had forced her to live in her horrible house, in this horrible cold/heat, with a giant red rooster painted above the range she had to look at every day, because even after painting over it fifteen times, you could still make it out as a giant, menacing shadow. One was always wondering when Glen would snap and belt her upside the head.
Eventually Glenn died of a heart attack. Too much stress at his job, Frances claimed. It is so stressful selling hurricane fencing. I am sure that every day, when he arrived at work, Glenn let out a huge sigh of relief: ahhhhh!-no more Frances for eight hours. Too bad that he did not live long enough to live in that sweet spot in time between Caller ID and cellphones for all. As it was, he invented customers, who would walk in just after Frances called every time. I know this, because Frances would call my mother and occasionally ask if she could send me down to where Glenn worked to see if there really WAS a customer, or if he was just hiding from his manly responsibilities to hear for the seven thousandth time about the ghost of the painted rooster.
If a man were to nag, and nag and nag about things no one could change to another man, a slap might be exactly what the doctor ordered. So why are women so special if they do the same thing?
It would appear that Connery simply avoids nagging women, as we all should do, and has no occasion to slap them. We all could learn something from this advice.