My longtime friend Mei often calls me because my freelance schedule is flexible. After work, she invites me out to vent about how everyone at the office expects her to be strong and capable. She arrives in tight white pants and a jacket, looking every inch the successful career woman, but admits, “Sometimes I want someone to spoil me too.” After drinks and a trip to the batting cages, we miss the last train. Instead of taking a taxi home, we spend the night at a love hotel, have unprotected sex, and keep going until it is time to leave for work in the morning.