equality

ok... i might probably but most unlikely sound like a male chauvanist after this but hey, its not like i got a reputation to protect anyway.

we always hear things about feminist and how they have always been under the oppressive boots of that other human species called men. all well and good for that time and era i did say. women, i admit, did get a lot of shit from us during that time and thus we have women's sufferage and women's day and all other assorted holidays celebrating women's rights and liberties and more importantly, equality. but damnit, the way i've been seeing shit nowadays, men are getting fucking pussy whipped. dont get me wrong.. im all for women's equality. i believe that anything that a man can do, a woman can to, even better sometimes. but hell, when you curtail a guys right to do what he wants to do(bar infidelity and illegal stuff) thats just plaine taking a militant form of feminism. fine, we are sorry that we treated you like shit then with all the non voting and discriminatory acts which we did to women THEN. thats the fucking point, its history. granted, domestic abuse is a very modern and real thing thats rampantly happening these days along with rape and forced prostitution and this scribe here has zero tolerance for all that bullshit. but im talking about the bitch mode and the belief that men are meant to be kept under a woman's thumb and treated as ATMs. true, we are the providers of the family and we have a responsibility to put them food on the table but damnit, if u want a CLK(and im not talking about Cute Little Kelisa/Kancil(God...its is so annoying when ppl say that) ) and all i can afford is maybe a honda, there's no valid reason to throw a bitch fit and leave a man and poison the kids into thinking that the father is a no good bum. unmaried men, how many times have u seen that pout/ bitchy emo-ness when u couldnt afford that MNG or Zara for your lady love? True, women are empowered these days to have their earn their own money today and i fully support that form of liberty. by all means sisters, if that gucci/prada bag or vinci shoes(oh yes...i've been around the mall before) makes you happy then by all means go ahead and get it. but if the man cant pay for it then too bad. its hard enough to support ourselves let alone our significant other. im not saying that if u can afford it and still be comfortable to go ahead and be a stingy bastard. i believe that caring for your significant other also includes treating sometimes, but not all the time.

so, what im trying(trying in the very real sense of the word, coz sometimes i look back at all i've written, i dont understand what the fuck im saying myself) to convey here(but by no means preach...im not the Church/Mosque) is that.. women, treat your man right. a good relationship equals compromise and understanding. if have high demands and u fall for a guy with small supply(non sexual connotation) then u just have to accept the fact that u cant live the high life like u want to i.e retail therapy/music therapy(clubbing) sponsored by significant other, coz he just cant fucking afford it. believe me, most guys(or a small majority...depending on your worldview) would love to see their woman treated like a queen and it hurts like fuck to see that he cant provide. but plaine fucking simple fact of life...they just cant. my fellow brothers... treat your woman right and not as an object to be humped or treated like shit just because you have an agenda with a bad apple. besides... your mom is a woman too. and so is your sister and your aunty and your grandma.

complex creatures men and women.... cant live with them and cant live without them. unless you're a homosexual of course... a matter of choice i agree.. but just like how homosexuals want ppl to accept them for who they are, they gotta accept the fact that some wont. me.. i find it revolting. but then again im just being bias. never did accept homosexuals pre and post lebsian affair. no offence..its just who i am. and you know my answer to that if you dont like it. it involves u getting on your knees and making like a circus seal.