That's easy for YOU to say. You are the grey rider who would not make peace with Brad Pitt after you took Angeline Jolie out on a date and had the nerve to place your TREND Stop right under Brad's pillow.
You said elsewhere you look at tops first and then when nobody is looking you lift up the dress and look at the bottom and get confused by dual entrances. Then you go back Home to ponder your attack.
Then you stand many times outside her window at night
To struggle with your instinct in the pale lamplight
You ask, "How can I be this way when I pray to god above,
I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love?"
Side note: Men have fought wars galore since antediluvian times simply because of tops and bottoms