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Sunday, July 31, 2011

I'm not sure if I can marry her now I know about her past

Years after the high-profile relationship between Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez went into a rapid downward spiral, Affleck finally admitted to Details magazine why things between the glamorous twosome failed so miserably.
"I got lost. I felt suffocated, miserable and gross. I should never have gone down that route or got sucked into all the publicity," he said.
Now, sadly it seems Marc Anthony has suffered the same fate at the hands of the same woman. With his seven-year relationship to Lopez recently grinding to a screeching halt, media speculation abounds. Was Lopez too controlling? Too public? Too sexy?

"Unbecoming for a 40-year-old," was apparently how Anthony was rumoured to have described an outfit she wore in a recent photo shoot.
Yet, despite his protestations, she did it anyway, ignoring any of his requests to rethink her slew of slutty ensembles.
What transpired was most likely a blow to Anthony's self-esteem, self-worth and view of his place in her world. Was he even needed? Desired? Or was he treated as just another one of Lopez's designer handbags to be taken out of the house only on the right occasion?
Many blokes wouldn't put up with that sort of diva-esque behaviour. Sure, they'd date her, have sex with her, beg to see her naked and even pay for her dinner. But marry her? Most likely not. In fact, a quick poll around the office found that there's a clear distinction between the type of woman a man would marry, and the type they wouldn't.
"I'd never marry a woman who was so independent; they wouldn't listen to a word I ever said," Perry, 29, told me the other day when I asked him what he thought of Lopez.
"She might be hot and cool, but if you don't feel like 'the man' in the union, you're going to feel emasculated. I would never want to marry a woman and have that happen to me."
Forbes magazine once wrote that men would rather wed their secretaries than their bosses, with blokes from Luciano Pavarotti to my mate Lance all marrying their assistants and proving the research might indeed be true.
Many I polled did not disagree.
A man doesn't judge a woman who he might want to marry by whether her shoes are from Louboutin or Lowes (OK, maybe some do but you might want to rethink the ones who know the difference), but rather whether she is down-to-earth, real, likes him for himself (not his money, his status or the size of his private bits).
Men certainly say they'd rather not be with a woman who is so darn independent that she appears not to need a man in her life at all.
But here's the ultimate question: what characteristics must a woman have that would make a man grab three months' worth of his salary to buy a diamond ring and get down on one knee to ask her to be with him till death do them part? When I asked the men the question, a mix of opinions were thrust at me.
It appeared the type of woman many wanted to marry was a combination of someone who is smart and could hold a conversation, and someone whose breasts and sexual prowess could satisfy their testosterone-filled fantasies.
While there are certain aspects of a woman men avoid like the plague - overly sensitive, disloyal, slutty and an inability to cook (you'd be surprised by how many men reckon this is a deal breaker) - it seems these days that religion, career choice and shoe brand hardly rate a mention. What is important is the woman's ability to make the guy feel important enough in the union to warrant him sticking around.
The most interesting comments that came out of the discussion were the following deal breakers. See what you think ...

"I'll only marry a woman who doesn't want kids."
When it comes to the issue of kids, marriage, family and the whole shebang, in the heady stages of romance, endless shagging and sexy lingerie, many forget to discuss those innate core values that are ultimately going to shape your relationship, your marriage and your life. But whether the bloke in question wants kids or not, the fact that a woman does or does not share his point of view on the matter, apparently makes it mightily clear whether or not she's marriage material for him.

"I'd never marry a stripper"
When factoring in whether or not to propose to a woman, rarely does her career of choice come into play. Most of the men I've polled couldn't give a toss what a woman does in her spare time, as long as there's dinner on the table (at least once a week), she knows how to iron a mean suit-pant crease, oh, and she isn't a stripper ... 

"I'd never marry a girl who has slept with one of my friends"
Out of the men I'd polled, a woman who has slept with one of their friends was put into the "non-marriage-material" category a bunch of times. I know that, thanks to social networking, the world has become a smaller place, but I've got to agree with the dudes on this one. I mean surely there's enough people on the planet not to have to take your best mates' sloppy seconds?

"I'd never marry  someone who had previously had an affair or is having an affair with me"
This is a tough one. There are a few married blokes out there who revel in the fact that a hot, young thing has her eye out for him. Suddenly he feels alive again; as if he's still got it. It doesn't mean he's going to marry her. Because if he does, she will most likely do a Wendi Deng on him and dump him for a younger dude anyway ...

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Behind every naughty man is a crouching tiger wife

"Crouching tiger, flying Wendi!" bellowed headlines in newspapers around the world, referring to the fierce right hook thrown by Wendi Deng, the Chinese-American wife of Rupert Murdoch.
In case you missed it, Deng flew to the aid of her husband when comedian Jonathan May-Bowles threw a pie of shaving cream at his face during a parliamentary inquiry into phone hacking by one of his papers in Britain.
The world watched in awe as she leapt out of her chair to her husband's defence, slapping the perpetrator in the face before cleaning the foam from her husband's chin. Quick, stealthy, smooth.

Suddenly she was no longer perceived as the gold-digger who broke up his 32-year-old marriage to his former wife Anna (he married Deng 17 days after the divorce), and instead she was suddenly in the spotlight for all the right reasons.
Facebook fan pages popped up, Twitter went abuzz with praise for Deng and the media headlines trumpeted analyses of the new trend in wives who aggressively stand by their men.
Introducing the Tiger Wives.
They say behind every successful man is a woman … and this might indeed be true if the Tiger Wives are anything to go by. These women praise their men, refuse to ditch them in times of crisis, pooh-pooh anyone who stands in their way and campaign ruthlessly for their success.
But it isn't all that easy being a Tiger Wife. You have to be smart (Deng has an MBA from Harvard), you have to be strong (Deng was a volleyball player), you have to be ruthless (Deng has reportedly broken up two marriages) and it doesn't hurt to be hot and young either.
For a while I've been thinking about doing a post on the "woman behind the man" and immediately a bunch of examples came to mind.
Who can forget the way prominent French journalist Anne Sinclair stood behind her husband Dominique Strauss-Kahn, the former IMF chief who is accused of rape in New York? Not having a bar of the negativity, she vehemently told the media, "I do not believe for a single second the accusations levelled against my husband" before hurrying to be by his side and putting up the $US1 million bail money to get him out of the lock-up.
Then there's US Secretary of State Hillary Clinton, who stood up for her husband, Bill Clinton, when he was president, during a number of his lurid sex scandals, including his alleged 12-year affair with cabaret singer Gennifer Flowers, telling the world she loved and respected him. And later, even after the Monica Lewinsky scandal, she told Essence magazine that, despite the hardships they faced, her marriage was "worth investing in" and that she did not regret for a minute standing by him. 
Victoria Beckham clung to her husband during the alleged Rebecca Loos scandal, and the likes of Carla Bruni, Melania Trump and Michelle Obama are brutally vocal about their admiration, respect and support for their husbands at all costs.
Of course being a Tiger Wife doesn't come without its downsides.
"The Tiger Wife often needs to play Tiger Mother," reported Britain's The Telegraph after the Deng/Murdoch fiasco.
"The Tiger Wives' Club is small but perfectly informed: these women know that their husbands need their commitment and support … Through it all, the wives have to keep a smile on their face, a supportive hand on the husband's shoulder and a supporting role for themselves - no matter how much smarter they are than the spouses."
Hmm.
It seems that not all women have earned their stripes: Elin Nordegren turned her claws on her Tiger when she found out about his philandering
What's interesting to me is that modern woman are told so often that we will be OK without a man. That we are supposed to be brave, ballsy and brilliant without one by our side. That we can "have it all" on our own, and that we're supposed to strive for that as modern independent women. That we should fight our own battles.
It kind of doesn't seem that fair.
Especially since even the most powerful blokes in the world aren't afraid to let their wives throw a punch for them every now and again ...

Friday, July 22, 2011

Jealousy's a bitch

I once dated a gent who we'll call Mr. Ex. When we were alone he was Mr Perfect who would call me his "Princess" and actually offered to watch the film Clueless on our first date. (Strange, but true.) The trouble, I soon discovered, was that when we were out with his mates, he'd smash beer cans on his head, act rough and aggressive, drink his weight in vodka and ignore me the entire evening.
When I questioned his behaviour the following day, he explained that his mates didn't like it when he had a girlfriend so he pretended we weren't together when they're around. "During my last relationship, my girlfriend and I sat home every weekend on the couch," he told me. "I lost all the respect of my mates. It won't let ever happen again with anyone else. Including you" ...
I don't know what his friends were saying (I assume they were angry at him for missing PlayStation evenings and beer smashing competitions) but I've noticed something often goes awry when a singleton's best mate gets serious with a new partner.
Take the case of my friend Petra and her new boyfriend Will, whose best buddy acted liked a jealous ex-girlfriend. The closer her and Will became, the more clingy was his best buddy. He would call Will during a romantic dinner ("where the hell have you been all night man? Let's go clubbing."), during sex (yes, Will took the call) and first thing in the morning to make plans to go to the pub that evening.
"Imagine your supposed hot-red-lover answers a call from his best friend in the middle of a sex session and he says he'll call his mate back soon to spill the details?" Petra said. "What kind of a moron does that?"
But it's not only the men. Women too have been known to become extremely volatile when faced with a girlfriend who's recently found true love, gotten engaged (with a hot ring to trot) and is sending invitations to a fairytale wedding. Suddenly the knives come out, judgements are made and unsubstantiated claims are spread.
"He's not good enough for her," they spit. "They'll never last," they say. "It's all too soon - she should be enjoying her single life." Funnily enough these are the same friends who had sympathised with her previous break-up and promised her that Mr Right was right around the corner and kept the ice-cream coming.
My friends never liked Mr. Ex "He's a player," they'd say. "Dump him before it's too late," they'd beseech. I never wanted to believe them. And when reality hit me like a runaway train (I overhead one of his phone conversations with another woman), I thought they were right. And if I'd listened to them would that have saved me months of heartache, tears, pain and begging - for him to take me back? Perhaps.
Or perhaps the friends were wrong and it was my fault the relationship ended. Eight years on he's happily married with a child on the way. Maybe it was timing. Maybe we were incompatible. Maybe my mates were right and he was a player who's changed his ways. (Yes, it is possible.) I'll never know.
But what if your friends are just trying to sabotage your happy relationship just because they're miserable themselves?
While you might expect such malicious behaviour from a jaded ex-lover or a jilted former fling, the fact that your best mate might be doing it stealthily, yet steadily, is enough to make one cut down their Facebook friends and cancel the monthly girly catch-up. Because bitchy women are powerful creatures. And before you know it, you're fighting with your beau over nothing much but a bunch of ideas that some green-eyed monster has put inside your head.
And then you're right back to eating ice cream out the tub (or smashing beer cans on your head) while your supposed best mate puts on a sympathetic face but in reality is glad that they've got you all to themselves ...

Sophia Abella doing first flesh striptease and topless photo shoot





Thursday, July 21, 2011

Interracial relationships: A romance story


Marriage is difficult. Having kids only makes things more complicated. But imagine throwing cultural and religious differences into the mix. Where will the marriage take place? How will the children be raised? How will other people react? And, most importantly, will the couple really live happily ever after?
It seems odd at a time when gay marriage is becoming more widely accepted and interracial couples are more prevalent than ever before that getting involved with someone of a different race, religion, background or heritage doesn't come without its judgments and social taboos.
I recently came across actress Diane Farr's new book, Kissing Outside the Lines: A True Story of Love and Race and Happily Ever After, in which she talks of the troubles she's experienced by being a white woman who fell in love with a Korean-American.

"Many good people in this country, including my husband's parents and mine, are still drawing a line at who is acceptable for love - and who is not," she writes.
"Many adult Americans alive today have been told by someone in their family that all people are created equal but still, 'You can't love one of them.'"
Weird, considering the stats on interracial relationships are so high. It's increased from 2.4 per cent of the population in the US in 2000, to 6.7 per cent in 2010. The Australian stats aren't released, but the countries of birth are..
Yet, even in our melting pot of a country, those who do decide to "kiss outside the lines" don't find themselves without challenges.
So herein lies one of those tales, and possibly one of the most inspirational tales of love I've come across. Lana, a Jew from Russia, married Charles, who is Christian, Lebanese. During the nine years they've been together, they've had their hardships, ups and downs, but have proved the naysayers wrong and shown the world that true love really does conquer all.
This is her tale …
"Someone once said to me, 'Do you love Charles more than you love your religion?' This question stayed with me all throughout the early days of us dating when it was all fun and games; when my boyfriend was the bachelor who played hard to get games and when I was pretty much living my life in the moment. All I knew was that when I was with Charles, he felt like home. Like my own kin, if that makes sense. That's the feeling that can't be 'turned on' - if it isn't there, it isn't there.
"When Charles and I decided to get married, we both knew we didn't want a big hoopla of a wedding - we wanted something that we would both enjoy rather than trying to please our families, so we eloped. Just us two, to the Whitsundays, and we were married by a civil celebrant. We wrote our own vows and exchanged rings. This was the first time I saw Charles cry. His tears showed me the level of emotion he was feeling at that moment and I'm so glad that it was all for me - and me only.
"We discussed the question of how we would raise our children many times before we got married and we said we would do what feels right for us both and try to respect one another. One thing we want our one-year-old (and any other children we might have) to learn and practice is tolerance for his fellow human beings, regardless of their background. Just as I don't want our child to be judged in his life by his background, I don't want him judging others. So he will always know that he comes from two different backgrounds, but what unites our families are values that brought Charles and me together in the first place.
"We are extremely lucky that we never had any wrath/objections from either my or his family - about anything. There were never any scandals or ultimatums or pressures of any sort. Sure, we have had our share of arguments but we always manage to pull through and come out better for it.
"My advice to other couples who are contemplating an interfaith marriage - be prepared to compromise if you really love one another. Ask yourself how much you are willing to compromise, if at all, because you need to be honest with yourself first and foremost. Don't try to please everyone around you instead of doing what is right for you. After all, I believe it is possible to find a happy medium where the best of both worlds can be celebrated and respected. That is our little family's goal."
What do you think? 

Sophia Abella Chanel topless covering excitement spot






Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Is chivalry really dead or do strangers bite?

I am a feminist. I also like men to be chivalrous, kind to women and open doors before I walk through them. It's polite; it's manly and it's darn bloody sexy. So you can imagine my surprise when I came across a new feminist study the other day, which claimed that chivalry should be banned and that men who practise it are guilty of so-called benevolent sexism.
Say what!? Yep, according to the study, titled Seeing the Unseen, carried out by psychologists Janet Swim (of Pennsylvania State University) and Julia Becker (of Philipps-University Marburg, Germany), men who open doors for women are guilty of sexist behaviour and they should be stopped immediately.
While the survey had me a little outraged and almost embarrassed to call myself a feminist, I was eager to find out more. According to the authors, any behaviour that "reinforces the idea that women should be protected and financially provided for by men" is sexist.

They cite examples such as men helping women with long drives, buying their computers, carrying their shopping bags, complimenting them on female-orientated skills, paying for their dinner and dropping them home – all of which they reckon constitute sexist acts that imply women are incapable without a man and therefore should be stopped.
"There are many acts of unnoticed sexism taking place every day through acts or comments that suggested women could not cope without a man's help," the researchers concluded. They even went so far as to define chivalrous acts as "damaging" to women.
Damaging? Seriously?
When I polled a bunch of blokes on the subject, they were as confused as the femmes. Most men actually like to be chivalrous (believe it or not) because of the basic biological differences between the sexes.
"From an evolutionary perspective, I'm meant to do the physical stuff because I was born stronger than her, and because she is busy with the children or whatever," said Ned, a 30-something finance guy. "Opening a car door is a tiny manifestation of that."
Another bloke, Tom, a successful entrepreneur, told me that he couldn't even date a woman who wouldn't allow him to do things for her. "It makes me feel good to do something for a woman because that way I feel needed. If I don't feel like I serve a purpose in her life, I don't really want to be with her."
A third, Jed, said the study made him rather angry. "Feminism is anti-evolution. The whole point of sexual attraction is to have polarity in relationships. Humans exist because women are meant to be maternal and physically weaker, but emotionally stronger. I think most men wouldn't want to be with women who believed in total equality. A healthy relationship should have two different halves to it, not two people equal in all respects."
A fourth, Kent, had an interesting point: "Should I be angry that I can't have children? Because that's essentially what the feminist argument says, if you think about it. It's fundamentally flawed."
And Eric said this: "Reading this study is a bit irritating. I'd hate to think there is a great section of society that thinks women really should be able to live without men and vice versa. To me it just stinks of having been rejected or slighted in the past."
Perhaps.
When it comes to feminism, we are grateful for things such as equal pay, the right to vote, own a credit card, drive and get a university degree. We are thankful to the feminists before us who fought for those rights.
But when turgid research studies are released by the same feminists who made such positive differences to our lives, it's no wonder many blokes and the rest of us women who call ourselves feminists, aren't exactly impressed.
If a man didn't want to open doors, pay for dates or have the natural instinct to want to protect and provide for a woman whom he loved and adored, I'd think there was something wrong.
But to say that it's benevolent sexism that should be stopped immediately? Now that's just plain stupidity ...

The childless generation?

So writes Melanie Notkin, the author of Savvy Auntie: The Ultimate Guide for Cool Aunts, Great-Aunts, Godmothers, and All Women Who Love Kids.
It's clear Notkin loves kids … through her writing, her book (there's a whole 242 pages of musings of her adoration of them) and her Twitter updates. It's not so clear why she never had any of her own. That is until you read her latest article for the Huffington Post.

By her reckoning (and by the reckoning of many eligible men around her), she simply got too old, too fast. She did what many women did to find themselves in her position: she focused the whole of her 20s and early 30s on forging a successful career in New York City, all the while putting dating, relationships and marriage on the backburner.
And when she finally realised she wanted to find a mate? Well, the blokes weren't exactly that flattering or forthcoming.
At age 34 (not that old in my books), a male friend told her she was "too old" to be set up with one of his friends. At 35, a man said he'd date her only if she would "freeze [her] eggs". At 36, it got worse. And by 42 – well I guess you know the ending to her story.
I have a multitude of girlfriends who are in the same boat. They're in their late 20s and early 30s, and suddenly they realise that perhaps the chance of having children of their own might actually be lost.
Some have found themselves in long-term relationships with men who never wanted to have kids with them but didn't tell them until it was too late.
Others fear they may have made a mistake focusing all their time and energy during their best years climbing the corporate ladder and focusing on their careers when perhaps they should have been thinking about becoming a mother.
Of course modern society will tell us that anything is possible. That if we delay kids and marriage, all will be right in the world and that things will happen when the timing is bang on. That we should be focusing on our careers, on becoming independent women and on thriving in the workplace before we even contemplate commitment, let alone starting a family.
Unfortunately, in reality, things don't always work out like that. Biology doesn't change with the times. In fact men aren't exempt from the tick, tock of the biological clock either.
I remember a couple of years back when both The New York Times and Newsweek magazine warned men that they had their own ticking biological clocks as well and that they'd better stop delaying commitment and child-bearing before it got too late. Yes, sperm ages too.
What's interesting is that experts say (as quoted in a Daily Mail article on the subject) that the best age to have a child is between 27 and 34. Which is also a frightening stat for the women of my generation.
Someone asked me the other day whether I wanted kids or not. To be honest, I hadn't even thought about it. But if the Daily Mail story is anything to go by, then I'm of an entire generation of women who don't fathom such things by age 27. Or even 37.
I understand that there is more to life than having a child. But what about for those women who desperately do want a family of their own, but genuinely don't think about it until it's too late?
Which makes me wonder whether there are going to be more and more of us ending up like Notkin. And whether or not we should change something about ourselves as soon as possible. Or if this is all just a sign that times have changed and so we'd better accept that we might just be part of the new childless generation ....

Thursday, July 14, 2011

The childless generation?

So writes Melanie Notkin, the author of Savvy Auntie: The Ultimate Guide for Cool Aunts, Great-Aunts, Godmothers, and All Women Who Love Kids.
It's clear Notkin loves kids … through her writing, her book (there's a whole 242 pages of musings of her adoration of them) and her Twitter updates. It's not so clear why she never had any of her own. That is until you read her latest article for the Huffington Post.

By her reckoning (and by the reckoning of many eligible men around her), she simply got too old, too fast. She did what many women did to find themselves in her position: she focused the whole of her 20s and early 30s on forging a successful career in New York City, all the while putting dating, relationships and marriage on the backburner.
And when she finally realised she wanted to find a mate? Well, the blokes weren't exactly that flattering or forthcoming.
At age 34 (not that old in my books), a male friend told her she was "too old" to be set up with one of his friends. At 35, a man said he'd date her only if she would "freeze [her] eggs". At 36, it got worse. And by 42 – well I guess you know the ending to her story.
I have a multitude of girlfriends who are in the same boat. They're in their late 20s and early 30s, and suddenly they realise that perhaps the chance of having children of their own might actually be lost.
Some have found themselves in long-term relationships with men who never wanted to have kids with them but didn't tell them until it was too late.
Others fear they may have made a mistake focusing all their time and energy during their best years climbing the corporate ladder and focusing on their careers when perhaps they should have been thinking about becoming a mother.
Of course modern society will tell us that anything is possible. That if we delay kids and marriage, all will be right in the world and that things will happen when the timing is bang on. That we should be focusing on our careers, on becoming independent women and on thriving in the workplace before we even contemplate commitment, let alone starting a family.
Unfortunately, in reality, things don't always work out like that. Biology doesn't change with the times. In fact men aren't exempt from the tick, tock of the biological clock either.
I remember a couple of years back when both The New York Times and Newsweek magazine warned men that they had their own ticking biological clocks as well and that they'd better stop delaying commitment and child-bearing before it got too late. Yes, sperm ages too.
What's interesting is that experts say (as quoted in a Daily Mail article on the subject) that the best age to have a child is between 27 and 34. Which is also a frightening stat for the women of my generation.
Someone asked me the other day whether I wanted kids or not. To be honest, I hadn't even thought about it. But if the Daily Mail story is anything to go by, then I'm of an entire generation of women who don't fathom such things by age 27. Or even 37.
I understand that there is more to life than having a child. But what about for those women who desperately do want a family of their own, but genuinely don't think about it until it's too late?
Which makes me wonder whether there are going to be more and more of us ending up like Notkin. And whether or not we should change something about ourselves as soon as possible. Or if this is all just a sign that times have changed and so we'd better accept that we might just be part of the new childless generation ....

Friday, July 8, 2011

It's mightily tough being a modern woman

Hooray for women! With the election of the first female Prime Minister of Thailand, Yingluck Shinawatra; the first female IMF chief, Christine Lagarde; and female comedy writers with a hit film (Bridesmaids), it seems women are on top. In fact, according to Times Online writer Caitlin Moran, author of the new book How To Be a Woman, there has never been a better time to be female.
Having just read her book, I applaud her for her modern feminist outlook on all things we all fear, face, laugh at and cry over.
But she also quotes Simone de Beauvoir, who once said: "One is not born a woman – one becomes one",  and she acknowledges that to "become one" is damn hard work. Because becoming a woman doesn't come without challenges, as all the women reading this would know all too well. As Moran states in her book, that, just like winning the lottery, "there is no manual for becoming a woman, even though the stakes are so high".

So true that is.
She talks of the difficulties we all face when it comes to abortion, surgery, birth, motherhood, sex, love, work, misogyny, fear, Brazilian waxing and so much more. She talks about the rise in female binge-drinking – perhaps a sign of the times that things are getting a little too hard. We're supposed to be cool in our quest to have it all, yet we often find ourselves cracking (big time) under the pressure to hold it all together. She also admits that, while modern feminism purported to have all the answers, the fact is that it does not.
Instead, she suggests there be a fifth wave of feminism; one that encourages women to laugh at themselves, to stop analysing and idolising celebrities and their weight, to stop pooh-poohing porn (and to start seeing more women on screen having real orgasms) and to quit being so narky about our weight, the state of our pubic hair and our love lives.
On that note, she talks about how pubic hair should no longer be such a "politically charged arena" and that Brazilian waxes should be traded in for "a lovely furry moof" instead of wasting money "making our chihuahuas look like skanky Lidl chicken breasts".
She suggests that as women we should proudly reclaim the word "feminism" and bring it back with the word "strident" in front of it, begging everyone to quit arguing against it. Instead she encourages all women to take on her definition, which is: "Simply the belief that women should be as free as men, however nuts, dim, deluded, badly dressed, fat, receding, lazy and smug they may be."
She says we should stop referring to ourselves as "fat" and realise that we are just "human shaped" instead. I like it.
There's so much more to this modern-day feminist manifesto, but I'll let you read the book for yourself to see it.
The fact is she made me realise that it's tough to be a modern woman and it's OK to struggle with it from time to time.
I have recently experienced this exact angst: feeling that my world is caving in around me and that there is no way out; that I – honestly – have no idea of how to "be a woman" in these modern times, and that there are no clear answers available either.
I watch my friends struggle too: with being single, with being engaged, with being married. I watch them suffer from post-natal depression, grapple with decisions over whether or not to get an abortion, with money, with their careers, with eating disorders – you name it, I've witnessed it.
True, as Moran says, "We have the vote and the pill, and we haven't been burnt as witches since 1727."
But there are still those few unanswered, nagging questions:
"Why are we supposed to get Brazilians?"
"Should you get Botox?"
And, "Do men secretly hate us?"
I don't have the answers, but I certainly enjoy asking the questions. Oh, and on that last point, I certainly hope not, but I'll let men be the judge of that one ...

The Science of the Booty Call

There's an iPhone app for getting away with it; there was a surprise Ninja Attack over it; there's a royal scandal about it; US President Barack Obama has called for funding for it, and it was the opening scene of the new hit chick flick Bridesmaids.
I'm talking about the modern phenomenon of the Booty Call; where blokes get the milk for free, the women expect (hope, wish, crave) for something more permanent, and everyone ends up disillusioned, confused and in pre-exclusive, not-going-anywhere-but-still-bonking-each-other unions. Yep, the sexual frontier is heating up, and it's not all looking so peaches and cream.
"So glad you called!"

"I'm so glad you were free."
So goes the opening scene of the hilarious film Bridesmaids, in which Annie (played by Kristen Wiig) is in bed with her bonk buddy Ted (played by John Hamm) at an ungodly hour of the morning, being twisted and contorted in ways to help him to reach an orgasm more quickly.
Her enjoyment factor? Not even a consideration. Especially the following morning, when he swiftly and callously kicks her out of his bed, telling her that he really wants her to leave but doesn't "know how to say it without sounding like a dick". All the while roughly poking at her breasts.
Of course Annie is hoping that Ted will turn around and ask her to be his girlfriend.
Nevertheless I'm sure you know the situation all too well. The man whom you fell romantically into bed with while envisioning your future together taking long walks on the beach and waltzing down the aisle with (or at the very least a breakfast and a cuddle the following morning) has morphed into a smug, arrogant, no-strings-attached unreliable douche bag who gets what he wants without having to buy the cow (as the popular saying goes).
Instead of women feeling like the empowered, sexually liberated feminists they were promised, they feel used, sad and confused.
Sadly, in the midst of being encouraged to be "modern femmes" we forgot our dignity, our morals and to close our legs until they actually tells us they like us for more than just our bedroom prowess.
Unfortunately these days, pre-exclusive relationships are anything but simple. Women are encouraged to keep their mouths shut about commitment and to "go with the flow" until he brings it up. Men, on the other hand, are encouraged (by their mates? the media? Judd Apatow?) to string women along for as long as possible without ever bringing up "where things are going", just in case someone better comes along. Or that, heaven forbid, they ever have to commit.
Hooray for the gents! It's a win-win situation! As for the women? We lose ... every single time.
So what's the solution?
Perhaps we modern femmes should be a little more like actress Megan Fox who recently told the press this: "I've only been with two men my entire life. My childhood sweetheart and Brian [Austin Green]. I can never have sex with someone that I don't love, ever. The idea makes me sick. I've never even come close to having a one-night stand."
True, a booty call is fun, naughty, exhilarating and sometimes liberating.
But ladies, heed a word of advice: while one man in the past few years of writing this column claims he married his booty call, the rest of the eligible blokes aren't such fans of the women who give it up so readily.
Of course there's nothing wrong with having sex for fun. But even the men who claim to do it without an emotional connection get tired of booty calls.
If you do feel like you can handle the booty call, perhaps you need to adhere to some rules. Booty calls are completely acceptable when the object of your affection is extremely good looking but has the personality of a neglected pot plant. Just make sure you don't sleep over; don't promise you'll call them the next day and don't make it awkward when you see them out with their significant other some time down the track. Instead, pretend that it never happened, and you might just get a second shot …

Sophia Abella in femme fatale poses and nude get-ups