After two very serious blog posts I have decided to lighten up a bit and put up two absolutely pointless ones about theories that I have made up. This ones a theory that deals with male hormones and how a man's level of self-control is dependent on the environment he's been brought up in.
To further illustrate what I am talking about let me give you the example of two countries.
Country 1- Afghanistan
Country 2- France
In country 1, men find pictures of women with bare faces provocative.
In Country 2, it would take a women dressed in barely nothing, to truly be a treat to the male eye.
Men in Country 1, have been brought up in an environment where the only women they see in their childhood include their mothers and their sisters. Besides, it's not exactly a land of 'ayo-technology'. Seeing through those thick burqas is mission impossible. Thus, they are in a perpetual state of deprivation. The sight of a bare ankles, wrists or stray strands of hair is enough to get them to stand before the Mosque and thank god for the beautiful sight they have been able to lay their eyes on.
As for men in Country 2, they've grown up in an environment where women wear the skimpiest of clothes and lie on the beach without giving it a second thought. For them this is absolutely normal and acceptable. When a woman steps out in a pair of shorts, unlike their counterparts in country 2, they would not visually rape her and make her want to run back into the house in search of jacket. Even if they would stare it would be in an appreciative sort of way, rather than accusatory.
Another point to be noted is the availability of sex. For men in country 2, by the time they are teenagers, they are free to get into a relationship, which eventually leads to sex. For men in Country 1, A woman cannot taint her reputation in society by giving up her priced virginity before marriage. Under such circumstances, they resort to raping women, sometimes of their own family. And since they are so high on hormones, they assume every other man is like that. So they insist on having their women covered up from head to toe, lest she becomes an object of desire for the male eye.
Now moving on to our country, the perverts who make you most uncomfortable are the ones who have grown up in an environment of sari-clad women. For men who have grown up in homes where the women have adopted a westernized of dressing, women in jeans and t-shirts are hardly worth staring at. But the minute the t-shirt turns into a tube and jeans turn into minis, these guys have a hard time keeping their eyes off.
Moral of the story : For the general good of the Society, the lesser the women wear the better it is for everyone.
Posted by
Goddess of Nonsense
on
life
They say everything in life happens for a reason.
Anger? Betrayal? And a lifetime of Sadness?
Is that ever a justifiable reason for this emotional turmoil?
Sometimes, impact lasts longer than you think.
It changes your view on the world and the way you perceive it.
It leaves you cold, cynical and stone-hearted.
And you find yourself losing faith in people and in relationships.
When people step in to save your world, you believe they will be there forever.
More often than not, you convince yourself that it is the truth, though it may not be.
But when the cynical side of you takes over, you do not see possibilities where there are none.
When you sense a dead end ahead, you don't harbour hopes of a new beginning.
So not letting people in, saves you the trouble of letting them go.
This means that may be everything in life does happen for a reason.
Some people step in, to teach you to let go.
Anger? Betrayal? And a lifetime of Sadness?
Is that ever a justifiable reason for this emotional turmoil?
Sometimes, impact lasts longer than you think.
It changes your view on the world and the way you perceive it.
It leaves you cold, cynical and stone-hearted.
And you find yourself losing faith in people and in relationships.
When people step in to save your world, you believe they will be there forever.
More often than not, you convince yourself that it is the truth, though it may not be.
But when the cynical side of you takes over, you do not see possibilities where there are none.
When you sense a dead end ahead, you don't harbour hopes of a new beginning.
So not letting people in, saves you the trouble of letting them go.
This means that may be everything in life does happen for a reason.
Some people step in, to teach you to let go.
Posted by
Goddess of Nonsense
on
life
Life is pretty ironical.
Sometimes you meet people who are so similar to you that it leaves you spellbmound. You automatically expect them to becoe an important part of your life. But no matter how close they get to your heart, they still linger along the periphery, unable to cross the impermeable wall that leads to the inside.
And sometimes you come across people who seem so different that you'd never give them a second look. Yet Destiny, Karma and perhaps a Superior Force somehow brings them into your life. You find opening up, layer by layer until you stand in front of them as the person you truly are only because they somehow managed to permeate through the impermeable wall into the forsaken territory of your heart.
It is in the brief moments you spend with these people that you feel like life wholly and completely makes sense.
Sometimes you meet people who are so similar to you that it leaves you spellbmound. You automatically expect them to becoe an important part of your life. But no matter how close they get to your heart, they still linger along the periphery, unable to cross the impermeable wall that leads to the inside.
And sometimes you come across people who seem so different that you'd never give them a second look. Yet Destiny, Karma and perhaps a Superior Force somehow brings them into your life. You find opening up, layer by layer until you stand in front of them as the person you truly are only because they somehow managed to permeate through the impermeable wall into the forsaken territory of your heart.
It is in the brief moments you spend with these people that you feel like life wholly and completely makes sense.
Fashion Suicidal
Posted by
Goddess of Nonsense
on
Fashion Suicidal
Madonna trying to look as old as her boyfriend
Blonde Moments 2 (Childhood)
#1 Everytime I heard the words 'Chand ka Tukda' in hindi songs, I assumed it was the part of the Moon that fell off in the night. Explains why the Moon looked smaller everyday.
#2 When I heard the dialogue- Main tumhe dua deti hoon, I was baffled.
I assumed dua was the same dhua and couldn't quite figure out why someone would want to give smoke to another person!
#3 This incident took place outside Radio Club, which is perpetually flooded with Arabs in all shapes and sizes. I spotted two of them wearing a robe. This was the first time I was seeing men dressed like that, so I was basically, quite scandalised. After I recovered from the shock, I screamed,"Mom, look! Men in nighties!"
#2 When I heard the dialogue- Main tumhe dua deti hoon, I was baffled.
I assumed dua was the same dhua and couldn't quite figure out why someone would want to give smoke to another person!
#3 This incident took place outside Radio Club, which is perpetually flooded with Arabs in all shapes and sizes. I spotted two of them wearing a robe. This was the first time I was seeing men dressed like that, so I was basically, quite scandalised. After I recovered from the shock, I screamed,"Mom, look! Men in nighties!"
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
