This is the eternal contrast of the male and female cross. Men are larger, physically stronger, they approach the cross as a contest, as a battle. We are used to the historic abuse of rough male criminals, whipped, crucified, hung, exposed, beheaded. The more delicate female figure may not seem suited to the harsh experience of crucifixion. Her struggle is a different one, perhaps it draws our sympathy, perhaps it inflames our lust, but it certainly becomes a contest of endurance. Are women too sensual, too beautiful, too precious for the cross? Or does this simply make their ordeal more attractive to us?
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