Dawn of the Dinosaurs 3

The deep love of someone like Lou Salome and others who helped poets and great writers is all but gone now. There are those women who are deeply devoted to Freud, Kristeva or other cultural critics and psychoanalysts... these women have replaced those who inspired poets and great writers. On the other hand, you now have women who take advantage of men just as men once took advantage of women. The female squirrel in Dawn of the Dinosaurs is such a woman. She really flaunts her wares and cast a spell over the male squirrel. Her magical powers magnetize the male, but does not give him much. She is a taker, not a giver.

She does this lovely swaying dance to soulful, seductive music. She is someone who can make you homeless with her charm. The male squirrel's eyes begin to turn dreamy, cast in a spell. He is turning into his dream self, his dream ego, enchanted by her eyes. At the same time, he is delving deep into his primordial past and becoming a kind of avatar of his primordial ancestors. He would do anything for the female squirrel, even give up his survival instinct.

The female Mammoth, although she is pregnant, is willing to save her friend, the sloth. There is something about the natural goodness of women in general. Whereas most males are out to prove themselves, women care more about the group. The female squirrel is an exception. She is out for herself and her survival.