Because then you can trim your eyebrows, get yourself waxed, have your tresses permed, pout your lips to flaunt all those alluring lipstick shades, and walk around cattily on precarious stilletoes.

Because then you can give men sleepless nights.

Because you can have the world at your feet as men woo you with the best of roses, creamiest of chocolates and the most dazzling of diamonds.

Because you’d rather be pursued than have to pursue.

Because then you can become an enigma. No man has ever possessed the mystique or aura of the likes of Greta Garbo.

Because you can flaunt your curves in jazzy sphagetti-strap tops, capris, halter-neck blouses, micro minis and, of course, those itsy-bitsy bikinis.

Because with the flutter of your mascara-ed eyelashes you can have men nicely wrapped around your manicured little finger.

Because then you can call the shots at home and preside over your empire as the ghar ki rani.