While a lot of fellow bloggers (mostly women) attack this broken thinking from other angles, I've consistently said that a change in what is considered good looking for women is in the order. I do this for a reason that is pretty obvious to me. Generally speaking,throughout history, almost regardless of the culture, WOMEN...
WILL DO...
ALMOST ANYTHING...

TO BE CONSIDERED...

BEAUTIFUL!
Yet, somehow, in spite of the radical, body-altering, and dangerous procedures, having a body like this...

... is UGLY If it was considered attractive to have some muscular development, I think that the temples of the XX Chromosome would brutally sacrifice this horrible notion that muscles are manly forever, jumping on board with real strength training rituals.
I freely admit that trying to change the perceptions of beauty is lofty, daunting, and a bit on the low-brow side of things. Still, it's been proven to work. I've frequently used Eugen Sandow's story as proof. While he was far from perfect, his contributions to how we keep up our bodies was invaluable to the human condition.
This time, however, I'd like to take the conversation up a notch, much like my other cyberspace bloggers. Gubernatrix, Mistress Krista, and Allyson regularly look above and beyond the desire to be sexy to others as a reason to do some real training. There's a simple reason for this: being physically weak sucks. There's no good reason to be that way and a lot of very good reasons to get strong. I know this because I speak from experience. That's not because I used to be a woman. It's because I used to be this...

I spent my teen years and the first half of my 20's with this 5'8"-5'11," 135-145 lbs body. I hated it. I knew I was weak, and there were times when life reminded me of how weak I was. There's something terrible about walking around in life knowing that "physically weak" is your default setting. It's something that those who've never been like that can't relate to. It alters your psyche in all the wrong ways, allowing in all sorts of negative thoughts and emotions.
Those of us that are really serious about strength training know that to succeed in developing outer, physical strength we need to simultaneously develop inner strength as well. Walking lunges with a 100 lbs sandbag requires laser-like focus on the task at hand. The final climb up the rope can't be done without ignoring physical discomfort to get the important task done. Doing Pistols is impossible without believing in yourself. Walking while cradling an 80 lbs stone forces you to work through fatigue. The carry-over of the lessons from strength training to other endeavors in life are uncountable and richly rewarding.
As far as I'm concerned, dissuading woman from this kind of awesome and uber-important kind of training is, at least, wrong and at worst, borderline evil. It's all kinds of levels of FUCKED UP to confine women to the gerbil weights less they develop something resembling "ugly" vascularity in their arms. Good strength training isn't just good for the body. it's an exercise in strengthening character and the soul. All of us practitioners of strength training are stewards of the tradition and it's our responsibility to do it right for those who come after us. It's not right for us to confine these wonderful, life-changing lessons to one sex for no other good reason than, "it's not sexy."