An imaginative writer says
A doctor's wife
They wish to appear in the eyes of their male admirers as light, ethereal, angelic creatures, who are scarcely subject to the vulgar necessities of hunger.
Unfortunately the impression conveyed is exactly the reverse.
The lover cannot look at his mistress' eyes for thinking about her waist, and wondering how she can smile under her tightly clasping bars of cane.
In spite of himself he becomes an anatomist. He mentally dissects her.
He cannot help but think of those plates in books of physiology showing the position of the ribs anterior and posterior to the practice of tight lacing.
While he ought to be looking at her face he is in imagination looking at her lungs.
When she sighs it is not of affection he thinks; he is considering the actions of her diaphragm.
It is impossible for the tenderest and most idealistic of lovers to discern the poetry of a mechanical waist.
Two views on the question
A Song Of Female Suffrage
The rights of Woman who demand,
Those women are but few;
The greater part had rather stand
Exactly as they do.
Beauty has claims for which she fights
At ease with winning arms;
The women who want Woman's rights
Want, mostly, Woman's charms