Tama Janowitz, former NYC "it girl" author, happening girl, from the early 1980s recently published her memoir about her life at 57 and the problems of fame and fortune after it is gone.

She was broke, trying to save her demented mother, and living in the Finger Lakes of NY.

Ms. Janowitz fell in love with a local contractor who was helping her build shelter for her mother. She moved in.

"He used to race cars ... he's got a dick down to his knees."
"It's disgusting. I mean I am an old person; I am fifty- seven! You should not have a boyfriend when you get to be that old, right? You should not be having sex."
"But when he grabs me by the arm and pulls me across the room and before I know it my pants are down around my ankles and he's got me bent over a chair, what am I going to do? Complain about it?

Tama Janowitz writing in Scream, a memoir of glamour and dysfunction (c) 2016 p37.

tl;dr: The Red Pill is solid theory which works, even for former socialites.

"Before she knew it, her pants were down to her ankles, she was bent over a chair, and what could she do?