ITS ALL ABOUT WOMAN.

Hmm...woman, the object of desire. Manipulated and oppressed? Second class citizen? Lotsa literary stuffs were written about women `s plight to be accepted as a men `s equal. The fact that I can't comprehend a lot of my hubby`s behaviour ( "eh you pun sama lar..." he rebutted) has stir the feminist in me, so, today, I want to share some of the stuffs with you guys lar.

Gloria Steinem, (check the link, she`s one hot chick) American feminist and spokeperson for woman `s rights came up with this funny witty piece;

IF MEN COULD MENSTRUATE (c.1965)

So what would happen if suddenly, magically men could menstruate and women could not?
Clearly, menstruation would become an enviable, boast-worthy, masculine event:
Men would brag about how long and how much.
Young boys would talk about it as the envied beginning of manhood.
Gifts, religious ceremonies, family dinners and stag parties would mark the day.
To prevent monthly work loss among the powerful, Congress would fund a National Institute of Dysmenorrhea. Doctors would research little about heart attacks, from which men were hormonally protected, but everything about cramps.
Sanitary supplies would be federally funded and free. Of course, some men would still pay for the prestige of such commercial brands such as Paul Newman Tampons, Muhammad ali `s Rope-a-Dope Pads, John Wayne Maxi Pads, and Joe Namath Jock Shields- "For Those Light Bachelor Days".

Fiona Pitt Kethley, a British writer-poet, wrote a poem; her view on blowjobs

BLOW JOBS
You`d get more protein from the average egg;
the taste`s a tepid, watery nothingness-
skimmed milk? weak coffee? pureed cucumber?

Fellation`s not a woman`s idea of fun.
Just doing it as foreplay is OK.
You kiss me, I`ll kiss you`s a quid pro quo-
but carrying on untill the buggers come-
suck, suck, suck, suck for half a bloody hour!
(I haven`t timed it but it feels that way.)

There`s nothing in the act for us. Our mouths
are better stimulated by a kiss.
The sucked lie back (with beatific smiles),
forget our bodies in the private dreams,
while we grow cold, detached, unloved, untouched,
our heads like 3-D sporrans on their groins,
bored out of mind, with aching jaws and cheeks,
like kids that Santa gave a plastic flute,
still trying to get a tune on Boxing Day,

"Toothless George" sucked all comers to the rocks
in a secluded Jersye cove each June.
(He`d come from Blackpool for his yearly treat)
Men love that act, sucking and being sucked.
Most women wish they`d keep it to themselves.

INTERESTING...(hahaha)

"When I`m good, I`m very, very good, but when I`m bad, I`m better" - Mae West.