Dear Mr. Stort, - I read with great interest your letter of praise and criticism of my efforts, and thank you for the nice things you said about my articles; but, concerning the matter of one-legged girls and their allure, you and I find ourselves exceedingly at variance. Simply put this way, we find the line of demarcation. Your view is this:
That a girl is more attractive than others simply because she is one-legged. In other words, her misfortune, in your eyes, is her greatest allure.
My view is as follows:
That one-leggedness in itself is not an attraction, but that a one-legged girl can be very attractive indeed, not because of her infirmity, but in spite of it.
Let us examine in full your view.
You admit to being intrigued by a monopede to such an extent that you prefer one-legged girls as friends. Because their lack of limbs is an attraction in your eyes, you hold the view that, by dress and make-up, they should accentuate their loss of limb. You even go so far as to state that most men are intrigued by this one-legged state.
No, Mr. Stort, I am afraid you are wrong there. The admiration of a pretty girl is general, whether she be a monopede or not; but the admiration of monopedes, as such, is anything but general. It approaches being a fetish; and the average person is not a fetishist.
That is why I advocate smart moderation in dress for lame and one-legged girls. Charm is a matter of appealing to the greatest number of people at the same time. A girl dressed in ultra short skirts that emphasises her lack of limb would appall most men. Very few human beings like such deficiencies thrust upon them.
My point of view is that of the average person, and your point of view is that of the person with a particular aim and fad in life. There we part company.
At the same time, I must tell you how very intrigued a lot of one-legged girls at the home I live in were by your story of the limbless heroines. You certainly have a gift for description, and your prose is exquisite.
So, though our points of view do not meet, at least we can admire each other's work and varying ideas, can't we?
Yours truly,
Joan Roper.