Rational arguments are largely the domain of men. Some women are good at them too. However, the notion that rational arguments are themselves the collective mark of “intelligence” is tunnel vision.
I think that the reason that so many men think that they want an “intelligent” woman has to do with the irrational arguments of Leftists choking out all other competing narratives. When a rational man has had enough of this, he probably thinks that an “intelligent” woman is the peaceful antidote or even comes to fetishize such a concept in terms of an “intelligent woman” being entertaining and arousal-inducing.
While meanwhile such men are shunning the company of other men.
First of all, rational thought is a journey not a destination such that rational thought is under degrees of competition from the irrational. Secondly, every man has his nemesis in terms of the intuitive or “feminine” archetype which causes him to lose his own head.
All of us have vulnerabilities when it comes to our rational arguments being “hijacked” by our irrational feelings.
For what it’s worth, if I’m overly invested in the rational or intellectual aspects of a thought or conversation, I am not turned on. Therefore men who believe that they can flatter me by appeals to my intellect such as to arouse me insult me by this appeal to intellectual narcissism. I’m not that kind of girl.
I’m an intellectual because this part of my brain was trained to be this way. It’s an obstacle not an assistance in terms of my own sexual arousal. Men who allow themselves to be so distracted by my writing, thoughts, arguments, etc., have failed my “shit test”. If he falls into my tender trap, he’s spider food.
On the other hand, if he utterly fails to heed what I say, in terms of my own self-actualization, beliefs, honest appraisal of myself, etc., he is also a fool, or otherwise unfortunately over-conditioned by female solipsism to ignore what I say at his peril.
The biggest loser however in terms of this particular paradox is me. I’m not quite hot enough for most men to bother with the patient, thoughtful, intuitive penetration of my defenses in such a way that will actually work rather than terrify me into noncompliance, rebellion, or escape-artistry. It therefore defines my “Alpha Widowhood.”
Fortunately, I find these sorts of intellectual and rhetorical exercises, on one hand, and terribly inconsiderate flirting, on the other, suitable compensation for a celibate lifestyle.
At the same time, I admonish men who overly pedestalize Athena over Aphrodite, or who otherwise assume that Aphrodite is not clever.
Meanwhile, there is nothing particularly rational about otherwise sane men fawning over an adorable virgin savant while meanwhile neglecting their own masculine sacred identity in themselves or even their own sons.