On Female Equality and a Response to The Probligo

I have this thought: If there weren't that many free women (probably from not having to work because their husbands bring home the bread, bacon and cheese!) around, there wouldn't be a feminist movement. With most things in the world, it is the mind of an idle person who can think of all the nonsense. Of course, I am most likely wrong and I shouldn't have digressed but I am glad I did.

If I ask around today, I might be able to get a good number of people to agree that feminism is now becoming a dirty word. I have no doubts that the feminist movement started out with a noble aim - fighting for equality for women - but one suspects the feminist cause to be perverted by radical women pushing for hardcore femini-jihadism these days. I don't think such firebrand feminists have many supporters or sympathisers - this could explain why Dr Thio Su Mien did not get the support she had expected from the women despite playing the gender card. Thus, such extremists probably exist and operate covertly.

Equality for women should be the expected default position in any society. In a meritocractic society especially, an woman and a man with equal qualities should be viewed, appraised and rewarded equally. Unfortunately, equality is an ideal and with all ideals, they are elusive and largely unachievable.

I am not arguing that we should let the imbalance or inequality continue but unless something can be done about the innate qualities of the two sexes, there is little to argue here. For one, men can't bear children. Trust me, if men could, many of them probably wouldn't want wives.

Where I come from, the laws are vehemently anti-men. Get a divorce under the Women's Charter and see what happens to the man. The Women's Charter might as well be called the anti-Men Charter. If women and men are indeed placed on equal footing, then why is it that women (notice I do not call them the fairer sex) are still hiding behind the charter? Our female population is better educated than the male population!

Our laws are highly punitive of men who beat their wives. The irony is, the number of women involved in spousal battery and abuse is now catching up. So, why haven't the laws changed? We still can't hang female murderers, kidnappers and drug smugglers. Why the special treatment? Are women less vicious when they kill?

Pregnancy-based discrimination could be rife in the past but to try to engage in that now could bring about dire consequences for the company. No doubt, credit goes to the feminist movement. Equal credit should go to the company who is able to tolerate such nonsense. What happens when the pregnant woman go on maternity leave? Who takes over the work and gets it done? Either the men or other women. So why shouldn't the men or other non-childbearing women be paid more? If that is the case, then where is the equality? Men also want to have their own babies and go on 6 months' worth of maternity leave! At least I know I would want to. But can I?

For crying out loud, I can't even adopt a child because I am a man. And what makes the law think that "mothering" instincts come (more) naturally to women? Some women I know of shouldn't even have uteruses, much less kids!

I believe Singapore women have shown great restraint and maturity in not falling for the feminist mentor's rubbish. I believe Singapore workers - men and women - know the limitations of each sex and have found some form of tolerable balance so that both sexes can coexist without much trouble.

I should think that for many people, gone are the days of the bra-burning feminists, just like the Communists (in Singapore). I am all for supporting female equality but if any woman tries to play the feminist card and gets whiplashed because of her radical ideas, then I have no sympathy for her.

For a start, if we were to review most of the existing systems to give women an equal footing, there is no guarantee that the women are not going to lose more than they gain. A smart feminist would therefore be well-served to count her spoils and blessings instead undermining the efforts of the earlier "suffragettes" (Dictionary.com tsk-tsked me and said I should use "suffragist" as the term suffragette is often considered demeaning) and "equalists" through crowing and scratching senselessly.

Overheard - WARNING: RISQUE CONTENT!

There was this loudmouthed guy on the bus today complaining about his encounter with another guy who is straight but would pretend to be bisexual to make money off gays.

And then he went on to complain at the top of his voice why he wasn't happy being thought of as someone who would betray himself just to earn money. His example was quite hilarious.

You give a chao Ah Beng $500 and ask him to go f**k ass. If he is low class and he is straight, he will f**k the gay's ass because $500 is a lot of money. If he is high class, he will tell you to keep the money and play with yourself.

So is he trying to compare himself with a poorly educated lout?

Then he bitched big time repeatedly about how he did not like being thought of as someone (who would do it with another guy) for them money.

Not only was the talk overly lewd for the passengers, the way he spoke made many of us want to turn back to look at the speaker.

I managed to take a glimpse of him as I alighted. OMG! If I were a straight woman in need of some gratification, I'd most likely need to be knocked out first before I would end up with a male pros like him. I think if anyone would think he was saleable (to men or women, regardless), it's already flattering him. Who'd want to be caught dead with something like him?

She writes... He writes...

Thanks to Mr Singh, I have ideas for the next blog entry.

Readers alert: Vulgar language.

She writes...

Dear Journal,

Haiyah, another new teacher. This time it's this airhead asking if we like to skate. Skate... sigh, cheapskate more like it. One day this teacher who promise us everything, the next day, come in and give what spelling test.

Sex-key-per-there-lian? Talking about me in chastity belt is it?
Die-ah-them? Yeah, you're right. Those bloody boys all should die for laughing at me.
Guo-dam? Wh... what is that? Is it go or is it them?

I really have no idea. I scored zero and many of my friends also. Everything so difficult. And when he returned us the spelling test the next day, he became this saviour of the world again, muttering that "I'll turn you all into aces."

Ace Ventura Pet Detective? I dun wan. Be aces for what? I just want to find a rich man who loves me. Oh, forget about love. Just make sure the money is there and the sex is good.

Talk about sex, this is depressing. The bloody stick showed positive. I'm two weeks late. And that stupid boy act blur like nothing has happened.

He promise me nothing will happen one. He says the "we draw her" method is very accurate. And he asked me to calculate my cycle. Aiyoh, what cycle? Bicycle? I this month 5 weeks, last month 6 weeks, two months back 4 weeks... Calculate what?

Do, do lah. No big deal. But I'm getting scared. Cos I'm feeling like vomiting sometimes in the morning. And it's been two weeks...

Please, Journal, I can't be preggie. Not now.

Digress again. Sigh, that's my biggest problem. I always forget and start going off in all directions.

That stupid man. He made us write a literature essay. Literature essay is always boring. I racked my brains and came up with a half-page answer and then he complained and complained that my points were not supported, I didn't write grammatically.... yah dah yah dah yah dah. He dunno I didn't choose lit one meh? It was given to me because the D&T teacher didn't want me (they say I got gold fingers, cannot touch tools), the F&N teacher say I got butter fingers, and the art teacher said I got lazy fingers. So I got to do lit. But what the hell is Romeo and Juliet doing?

The question is so stupid. "In what way had the feud between the Montagues and the Capulets affected the people around them?" Simple mah, Mercutio died, Tybalt died. The Nurse played middleman and acted as the messenger (almost like traitor like dat) and... So boring, just write out the half page and in the end spend another 2 weeks rewriting.

I really give up. Shit, need to go and pee already... wait a while.

Still nothing. I think I'm screwed.

Love,
Huay.

PS. Actually, the new lit teacher quite good looking. I like his moustache and I really wonder if he is as good as he looks. ;)

He writes...

Wah lau eh, write what journal? Everytime ask me to write journal write journal. I simply hate writing man. Wah, better stop complaining. Write so many words already. Incredible.

That bloody woman keeps badgering me that her big aunt not here yet. Who the fuck cares whether it comes or not? To me, it's very clear. I pull out and everything shoot on her belly. Should be lah. Can't see too clearly. The grass patch under the Whitley Road flyover is not very well-lit. But I really pull out before it shoot. So if she's pregnant, so what? How can she prove it's mine?

But she's good man. My groin feel very shiok. I wonder when I can have her best friend also. Maybe both of them... :P

The new lit teacher is really a pain in my ass man. Talk with that accent and tries to win us over with his skateboard. Wah, simi lai eh? Skateboard? These days, I already riding motorbike. Still skateboard. Wu yah bo?

I think he's got a cuckoo jiao in his head. One day, we tells us we are at the top of the world, the next he told us we are complete morons. After that, he said we will turn into aces. With our spelling tests results so excellent, yeah, right. That's all I can say.

Sex kwee pay the lian - me pay the lian for sex? Unlikely leh... so far it's always under the flyover.
Pussy learn i must - what? I still need to learn pussy? Chey, I literally learn to eat pussies liao.

But what the fuck lah. Still get zero for the test. What to do? I not the study type. I wonder if I have a chance to go out and be bouncer. After all, my basketball physique is not too bad. And I'm big, long and strong.

Hard again. Let me take care of it.

Kwee Seng.

Do you think it gives me an orgasm?

Went back for a second acupuncture treatment for the bust back yesterday. The second time in two days.

And after the acupuncturist nagged at me that I am visiting too frequently, when I went to collect my meds, the pharmacist gave me another earful about not coming twice in two days for meds and acupuncture, should at most visit twice or thrice a week for such treatment yah dah yah dah yah dah.

Hello! First, the physician on the first visit gave me flu meds, which if you do not know, will not address the bust back. Anyway, the meds you had dispensed are 2/3 done, since I went last night. You know - 3 days' med contains 9 doses. By last night, I'm 5 doses done. Ok, I'm 6 doses done. I took a double for my first dose, as I usually do for Chinese meds. And the remaining meds are going to run out today - don't worry, I won't waste any medicine - so, what's your problem?

It's not as though I am such a pain seeker that getting jabbed, electro-stimulated through needles and a harsh post acupuncture massage is going to give me an orgasm!

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The Age, 27 June 2008
Craig Platt

European budget carrier Ryanair has taken its cheeky reputation to new levels, with chief executive officer Michael O'Leary suggesting business class passengers would receive free oral sex on flights.

O'Leary made the saucy remarks during a press conference in Germany about Ryanair's Trans-Atlantic flights.

Explaining that Ryanair's long-haul flights would feature a business class that went against Ryanair's typical low-budget ethos, O'Leary remarked that "in economy it will be very cheap fares, say 10 Euros, and in business class it will be bed and blowjobs".

While O'Leary's remark was obviously a joke, he repeated the controversial comment and wanted it translated for the journalists.

"In business class," he said, "it will all be free - including the blowjobs."

He then asked the translator the German word for oral sex. After being told there wasn't one, he remarked "terrible sex life in Germany".

I recall the European airlines I've flown before. I'm going to claim that I suffer from a serious bout of amnesia here about my experience but I am going to conclude that I don't think I will be excited at all to fly on Ryanair's business class, much less get me an orgasm.

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More things that won't hit the mark:

- Oil hits US$140 as Libya warns of production cuts.

- E. Coli in tomatoes, beef; salmonella in other things, except money in my pocket.

- Singapore raises pump prices the third time in a month despite respite in oil prices.

- Rates for electricity going up.

There, go figure.

"Some days the balls don't bounce where you want them to bounce or they don't land where you want them to land." - Maria Sharapova, after being beaten 6-2, 6-4 in the second round of Wimbledon by the 20-year-old Alla Kudryavtseva, who is ranked 152 places beneath her and has previously won only four matches this year.

Is Hell Necessarily a Bad Place?

I wonder what hell is like for a celibate baddie.

Do you think his punishment would be non-stop forced orgies?

I just can't get this out of my head now.