Smart women behave more sexually.
They have a job, a career, they are independent and they do not need to rely on a hole as a source of food.
When they want to, they are not obsessed with the inner prostitute, who is terrified that they are about to give a valuable commodity for free. They don’t have that reflex.
They just fuck with someone they like. And if he squeezes with a clove, then the scratch is stirred to temptation, not the vulgarly falling tits, and it turns out to be much thinner and more effective.
No, blue socks are not as smart as they seem. If they were smart, they would see it all by themselves. They are more complex and find comfort in books.
No, the saloon ladies who ah-I-read-all-coelho-and-my-mind-frighten-men are not smart the more. But they, somewhere unconsciously feeling all of the above, tried to grasp.