Riddle Me These

I find these funny (funny-strange and/or funny-haha). Comments welcome.

Women go to the washroom in packs. (This may very well be proof enough—I may be male.)

People’s sensitivity chips conk out when they feel they have to comment on your appearance. The greeting I hate the most: Tumataba ka…!?

Tipsy people when going to the washroom to pee do the I-can-walk walk.

The Philippines will be run by President Noli De Castro, Vice President Bong Revilla, Jr. or Vilma Santos or JV Ejercito, and most of my countrymen will be so happy about the case and that the sector who will be vehemently against the mere thought won’t be voting at all.

You can liken watching drunks to watching Bambi learning how to walk, or stand up.

Every driver on a highway is convinced that every other driver on that same highway is an idiot.

All subordinates reporting to lenient supervisors are aggressive whiners.

Cats don’t turn their heads around when you call their name. Just like teenagers.
Everybody condescendingly understands-and-is-annoyed-by-people who use the following excuse: I’m in love. (How can you argue with that?)

There are situations in life wherein scratching/shaking your head is the only way to pacify yourself. There are people who illicit this exact same reaction from others as well.
Most irate customers are stupid.

For every couple in a relationship, the man’s job is to be the headache, and the woman has to do the incessant nit-picking. I’m amazed at how some marriages even work.

Life has a natural way of making couples adapt to their marriages. We lose our sense of hearing so we could block out the nagging and all the noise the other makes, and in turn, the others become forgetful.

As women grow older, life leaves them with harsher perspectives of younger women. (The war is on between the teenagers, the twenty-somethings, and the thirty-somethings!)

The number one rule in suburban competition: It’s never a test of skills, but of who wants it more.

Internationality

Men are dangerous mammals in general. Throw in above average good looks, charisma and some game and you've got a lean, mean wooing machine.
Allow me to use three nationalities as examples.
Greeks, mestizo Spaniards and Indians seem to have something in common - their beautiful deep set eyes and their charm. (Before you rise up in arms, I will state that Filipino men have these attributes regardless of whatever. It is a given and including them would make all this sound redundant.)
Yes, their women are attractive, but right now, it's the men I want to focus on.
So far, and from what I've seen anyway, the men of these countries have a strong sense of self, are quick to bring out the charm in whatever form they deem useful at the time, and know, just innately know that they are irresistable.
And its not just the looks mind you, it's their take no prisoners approach to wooing the womenfolk - whether by sugar laden outright flattery, shock treatment bordering on obnoxiousness or a raw display of their many, many "talents" - these guys will make sure they get the intended results. That is of course, undivided attention bordering on adoration and possibly, if things went well, a hook up for the evening.
Women within a ten foot radius are reduced to simpering, jelly like beings.
Author excluded - which is not to say that I do not appreciate the occasional charming sentence thrown my way - hey, only human!
One should be careful when handling men of this nature...blessed with good looks, innate charm and charisma, they make for wonderful adversaries who should be treated as one would a mousetrap - inspect it, have a bit of a sniff of the bait, and then walk around it and away.

Heat in the tropics

It's so hot outside that I've taken to actually sitting inside cafes instead of taking the usual outdoor table...
I think the heat makes people do strange things...and I'm now referring to more than one type of heat. People are more prone to shed unnecessary clothing in this weather. And that makes for (especially at the beach) fun people watching for both the ladies and gents. Happy happy joy joy surfer boys.
I end by quoting Will in Semi-Pro "Lets get Tropical!!!"

A Zafra moment

I'm taking it as a good sign that I almost physically bumped into Jessica Zafra at the mall today... but worrying that I didn't realize it was her until she passed me by.
I should stop reading too much into these random encounters.

Critics circle

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

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.

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.