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If you haven't gone out to dinner at a restaurant with a lively bar, do — it's the best entertainment in town.

We were downtown at an upscale restaurant the other night watching the action across the room at the bar as we sipped our drinks before dinner arrived. Watching the "action," as they say, is an education in understanding all the pain women bring upon themselves.

It's obvious that the women's movement has played havoc with too many female lives. They may have gained in the marketplace, but they've lost something most precious — the respect of males.

All the years spent trying to achieve gender equality have resulted in young women becoming active, unselfconscious sexual aggressors. It may be great for the guys, but it's not so great for a gal looking for a husband.

Males don't think the way females do, and no amount of freedom can change the way our brains are wired.

For example, watching the females at the bar baring almost all of their feminine wiles, I looked to my husband for answers. After all, he's an old-fashion gentleman who still expects to hold open doors for ladies as well as see that they get safely into their chairs.

The discussion I had with my loving husband about female behavior in these days of easy pickin's went like this:

"So, what do you think about that bosomy blonde over there?" I asked, thinking to myself that she's wearing a top that's a size too small. Either that or she's wearing a great pushup bra.

My handsome hero took a good look. "Wow, she's stacked," he answered, smiling with enjoyment.

"But," I asked, "How would you describe her behavior?"

"Fast and easy," he answered.

"This is good?" I asked coyly, pretty well knowing the answer.

"If she dies, she dies," he said with a grin. "I wouldn't want to marry her, just have sex with her."

What concerns me is how women have come to treat themselves sexually. They have demoted themselves. Easy women are educating men to think of all women as whores. Fashion designers are dressing our females — or I should say undressing them — to go out into the marketplace and do their thing.

That's why popular bars are called "meat markets." A woman's flesh is the meat. Ugly, isn't it?

The woman's role in our culture has been changing, but not always for the better. When you can't tell the bad girls from the good ones, you know something is awry.

Yes, more women are employed today in high-paying jobs. More women than men are in law schools.

But even as women are realizing that ceilings can be broken, some successful women are beginning to change their minds about wanting to break anything. Maybe women would be better off building something of their own rather than breaking down walls and ceilings others have put up. And truly there are many bright women successful in businesses of their own making.

So, why is it that so many young and not-so-young women feel they should sell themselves as sex objects?

The women's movement was to help women be all they could be, not help them become sex toys. The feminization of male children that continues in our schools today has made femininity of women less than special. Perhaps that's why they have to flaunt their stuff.

Biologically, men are supposed to be the hunters and women the gatherers. That didn't mean unequal. It meant different. Now we're seeing what happens when those differences are erased. We don't get brainier, just brawnier.

"Peter Pan" should be required reading for all young girls. Boys need care and nurturing. Women help to mold men into good people, not sissies.

Want a man to commit to marriage? Remember: Wear a happy smile, be attentive, and invite him to a home-cooked dinner. Does it every time.