“There is no female Mozart because there is no female Jack the Ripper.” Paglia talks about how women don’t have to prove herself in order feel sense of worth due to our ability to grow life, while many men are driven by an intensity of alienation from nature and a need to assert form against it. She argues how in this way, artistic and scientific pursuits are a form of fetishism, perverted male intelligence, compensatory obsession that leads to extremes. She contrasts this with women, who, as life-bearing, remain more continuous with nature and therefore not compelled toward obsessive overproduction. But what if there was a distinctly female form of creative urgency, not a stemming from compensation, but direct transmission? If women are more receptive by nature, wouldn’t that receptivity allow for a different kind of creation: less driven by anxiety, and more by a sense of attunement, insight, or even duty to the collective to express what is perceived?