Friday, February 15, 2008

Critics circle

Writers - we're a critical bunch, aren't we?

Friday, February 8, 2008

The Best Things in Life are Over

Blooferlady:
Sometimes I get the feeling that I was born in the wrong era. I was born in 1981, and somehow, I missed out on the best things in life, namely:

The Sixties. The era of the hippies and their comfortable chic fashion, the age of flower power and strangely enough political oblivion at the same time. This was also when sex was just an emphatic way of saying hello (we really should honor tradition and practice this ritual more often, ladies, in response to Woodbeetle's Gender Discrimination post)

The Eraserheads and The Beatles. The music icons who aptly write your theme songs. They have the ability to put all your hang ups, heartbreaks, frustrations, dreams and plans into music and carefully chosen words.

Friends, Ally McBeal, The Wonder Years, Perfect Strangers, Murphy Brown, Boy Meets World, Cheers, Who's the Boss, etc. It's over. Ít's all oveeer!!! God damn it.

Bar None. Why they stopped selling Bar None's, I have no idea, but whoever was behind its untimely demise should go to jail for killing it.

Woodbeetle:
I somehow suddenly hate you for mentioning the flower power and casual sex era...it depresses me to think that were we born in the western hemisphere during the sixties that we would have had access to quality vintage peasant blouses and guilt free sex.

Thursday, February 7, 2008

Gender discrimination on casual sex

Why culturally, people will think that a girl is on the losing end if she decides to go down the path of casual relationships

It has been embedded in our consciousness since childhood that a girl should keep her purity intact until her wedding day. We now forgive the modern gal for engaging in pre-marital sex with her current beau as it is now commonplace and something most couples engage in anyway. But the story takes a different turn when we hear of a girl who is not in a serious relationship but opts instead to have the male friend with benefits. In colloquial terms, a fubu.
Call it what you will, but it stands that society still sadly frowns on this behavior if it is carried on by a woman. Warm blooded men who practice the art of fubu are forgiven. Gay men are forgiven as well as they are actually expected to be loose and promiscuous (no offence to the gay community meant as this fact was stated by a gay friend).
Women sneer at their own gender when they hear of such goings on but turn a blind eye when the males engage in casual sex. Unenlightened men view them as little more than tramps they’d like a taste of.
A gay friend of mine who has his own special friend, also surprisingly holds on to the belief that the girl is at the losing end of the deal. When asked why, he stated that girls, on top of being the ones who are expected to be pure, are more prone to becoming emotionally attached to their “special buddies”. He went on to explain that if the girl fell in love, and it didn’t work out the way she hoped, she was in jeopardy of losing her heart over a relationship that was intended to be purely physical in nature. In the end, she didn’t so much as lose physically, but more emotionally.