I'm Crazy About Thin Waists

Popular version introduction: She has read all kinds of men, but she only likes thin waists. During a trip to Egypt, she fell in love at first sight with a Red Sea diver who came from a poor background. He has an unparalleled slender waist. She wanted to get him, but he kept trying to get her. Introduction to the literary version Nearly a century ago, a sensitive man sang "Sinking" in Fusang, and declared in a sentimental way, "I don't want knowledge, I don't want fame, and I don't want useless money. If you can give me an 'Efu' in the Garden of Eden, so that her body and soul are all mine, I will be satisfied." A century later, a sensitive woman followed the footsteps of the ancient Egyptian poets in the Red Sea, and started a debate between a person and his soul. She hates a morbid world dominated by men's desires and men's brains, and longs for a "male body that is insulated from wisdom, a pure body that is flexible, has both aesthetic and practical functions." Can she build her utopia? Is she a severe case of the disease of the consumerist era? Or is she a sober madman who has given out a feminist cry?