Well, it's something to think about. I don't want to suggest in any way that women (or groups of women) are all the same. The gentleman talking has a point - we are all unique, we all have our own maps of the world and to generalise is merely an exercise in simplification. And, as much as that makes life easier, it also leads to all sorts of nasty oversights.
So I will just write about my experiences of the day. I was on a Tantra & 5Rhythms workshop. I don't do this every Sunday, but I've had experience of both before. If you're not familiar, follow the links - there's plenty to read about.
For now, I'll just say that today, from 9.30am to 6.30pm, I've been in a large dance studio with about 60 people, half and half men and women.
We have danced, been silly, been honest and been quiet in an amazing environment that created sensuality, self-expression, respect, openness, gentleness, some crying and shouting and more than enough laughter to make it a great place to be.
I'm exhausted and feel like I've been hit by a truck, but a happy one. I feel calmer, more grounded and more in my skin than I have in ages.
I can also say that I experienced some amazing moments of emotional intimacy and tenderness - with men and women. There was one beautiful, playful, passionate woman in particular, who, within the dance, made me giggle like I was five, and with whom I felt protected, supported, strong and beautiful too - an equal and an opposite. In the company of these women, I found a sense of being nurtured, safe, accepted, welcome. I felt connected.
There was also a point during the day when were invited to divide ourselves into groups of men and women. This was a simple split that included gay and straight, couples and singles and twentysomethings to fiftysomethings. And it was obvious how much gender matters.
Expression became more vocal. It seemed that in that single sex space, people felt they were able to express themselves more confidently. There was a celebration of male or female that happened naturally, without inhibition. It felt a little primal, a little raw. There was pleasure and power to be found in bonding in this way.
And I don't think I'm pushing any boundaries when I say that there is recognition and understanding between people of the same sex - or at least an assumption of its existence and the subsequent support available, which is usually borne out. And when that takes the form of today's expression, it's an incredibly positive experience. It's about creating anchors that steady and support us in a world that can be confusing, complicated and at times, downright catastrophic.
That's no bad thing.