This has nothing to do with panties or mascara, but the other day I was in my car and listening to a CD- "Altan: The Songs." The songs were sung by a number of different women, some with trained voices and some natural. I was struck by the aching beauty of their voices, and generally with the sound of women singing. Even duets with men, as when Dolly Parton sings with Brad Paisley on the lovely "When I Get Where I'm going." She adds such angelic beauty to that song.
Men, of course, can have rich voices as for example Pavarotti or Andrea Bocelli, or on a popular level, Gordon Lightfoot. But women... Women give us both beauty and heartache in this world, and perhaps that is why we (more sensitive?) folks seek to emulate them as best we can. One of my early heartbreaks was when my voice broke and I really couldn't fit anywhere in the church choir anymore. I both admire and envy women their ability to sing so beautifully. Yes, a couple of centuries ago there were the castrati who could sing like that, but there are few today who would want to go down that route so early in life.