I don’t even know where to begin here. As the mother of a daughter I must admit that a teensy part of me agrees with the sentiment behind this one. But the modern woman in me just can’t stomach the idea of comparing my daughter to livestock. Especially when I know plenty of “cows” who held out for their farmer, only to find themselves dumped in a pasture without a stud (I’m just lucky I found a man who’s as committed to me as I am to that metaphor!).