This has always amused me. Men can be in love with literary figures, with poetic and mythological figures, but let them meet with Artemis, with Venus, with any of the goddesses of love, and then they start hurling moral judgments.
Anais Nin, The Diary, Volume 1 (commenting on how Antonin Artaud tried to slut-shame her after she turned down his advances, circa 1933…)