As and when I endeavor to write the post, I have this intuitive tingling sensation ringing inside, telling me that post this post, either I'll be given a rudimentary remark or have a bit of an explanation to do, not that it deters my resolve to introspect this newly found notion in women , the notion of " going dutch". I thought , may be the very mention of my apprehension , could place my intent in good light and obscure me from the post-the-post denunciation.
Unaware of its intended meaning, I was stupefied, mortified and petrified at such an unexpected inclination to the Netherlands. With immediate action, I started emptying the pennies in my pockets , to take critical notice of the financial situation. However, less did my pennies know, that the dutch had intended not to spend, but to save them. A little embarrassed as I was , caught unaware of its more common ( thought highly un-obvious) meaning , I put my pennies back in my little pockets and made a mental note , to make it noticeable on the blog and here I am blowing the trumpet.
While the day started with a sexist article, it's culminating in a sexist post. And for many , particularly women, sexism means "chauvinism" , when put bluntly.
As they say it , times change with changing people. When the women are going dutch , I think men will be more than pleased to let them go. There's obviously no male ego kill here , I mean , with utmost honesty , there's no skin off our nose. But then, of course, women have to make it apparent , it's a convention.
It happens all the time at home , when women ( actually one woman ) in my house undertake a strict resolve to handle all financial exchanges taking place. The men in our house , may outnumber but can never , in all plausible probability , out power the females. In effect and accordance to the feminine resolve to handle finances, all cheque-books, account details are given to them, only to be taken back a week before the end of the month , when the official surrender happens.
A part of the female's male counterpart ( that's my dad) , feels victorious to be in reign again , the other part gives him sleepless nights , for the monkey mess has already been made. We ( my brother and I ) the two sullen souls , sit silently as spectators only to spy on this spectacular spectacle , sporadically sprinkled with such singular speculation. And I must say , that we are formidably entertained.
Like the perfect icing on this cake, I can only recall a message I received from a frustrated guy regarding his dubiety over the fact that, why Mis(s)calculation, Mis(s)interpretation ,Mis(s)timing , Mis(s)anthropy and Mis(s)assumption have always been unmarried females. Though I'm yet to get the logic myself, I don't think it has ever been (Miss)ed nor Mis(s)used. See , at the end of the day, I'm just another Mis(s)ter, how would I know? it's a miss thing.
Unaware of its intended meaning, I was stupefied, mortified and petrified at such an unexpected inclination to the Netherlands. With immediate action, I started emptying the pennies in my pockets , to take critical notice of the financial situation. However, less did my pennies know, that the dutch had intended not to spend, but to save them. A little embarrassed as I was , caught unaware of its more common ( thought highly un-obvious) meaning , I put my pennies back in my little pockets and made a mental note , to make it noticeable on the blog and here I am blowing the trumpet.
While the day started with a sexist article, it's culminating in a sexist post. And for many , particularly women, sexism means "chauvinism" , when put bluntly.
As they say it , times change with changing people. When the women are going dutch , I think men will be more than pleased to let them go. There's obviously no male ego kill here , I mean , with utmost honesty , there's no skin off our nose. But then, of course, women have to make it apparent , it's a convention.
It happens all the time at home , when women ( actually one woman ) in my house undertake a strict resolve to handle all financial exchanges taking place. The men in our house , may outnumber but can never , in all plausible probability , out power the females. In effect and accordance to the feminine resolve to handle finances, all cheque-books, account details are given to them, only to be taken back a week before the end of the month , when the official surrender happens.
A part of the female's male counterpart ( that's my dad) , feels victorious to be in reign again , the other part gives him sleepless nights , for the monkey mess has already been made. We ( my brother and I ) the two sullen souls , sit silently as spectators only to spy on this spectacular spectacle , sporadically sprinkled with such singular speculation. And I must say , that we are formidably entertained.
Like the perfect icing on this cake, I can only recall a message I received from a frustrated guy regarding his dubiety over the fact that, why Mis(s)calculation, Mis(s)interpretation ,Mis(s)timing , Mis(s)anthropy and Mis(s)assumption have always been unmarried females. Though I'm yet to get the logic myself, I don't think it has ever been (Miss)ed nor Mis(s)used. See , at the end of the day, I'm just another Mis(s)ter, how would I know? it's a miss thing.
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