"Women who seek to be equal with men lack ambition." - Timothy Leary.

Is it a justified generalisation to say that men have more one-night stands than women? Men are more likely than women to cheat on their partners (22 percent of American men admit to having sexual relations outside marriage, compared to 14% of women). I've read this in a uni mag. But come to think of it, don't those same one-night stands involving men have to involve women as well? It does take two to tango. Also, the growing raunch culture of institutionalised sexism in the media affects what we think about women in society. In attempting to dress and look sexy, are we conforming to the stereotypes that women are constantly presented in the stereotypes popularised by men, for men? Healthy sexual openness rather than sexual oppression...
I'm thinking that if men regard sex as nothing more than physical pleasure, am I empowering myself by thinking the same way? Would I be empowering myself? Why should women regard sex as something so morally high and mighty, only to have it abused by men who cheat on their female partners?

I don't know...

By, 'she', I actually mean me.
Extracts from previous rants.

ON MOTIVATION:
"The enthusiasm of my plans fade and I'm left at the end with only a handful of unfulfilled hopes soaked in a puddle of empty yesterdays. Does my motivation have a shelf life and a use-by-date? How often do we find ourselves planning for the future in a burst of energy only to abandom those exact plans weeks later to collect dust?

ON BEING NICE:
"Would someone be considered a nicer person by not talking about people they dislike behind their backs? Or would they still be considered a fake?"

ON ARGUING WITH MUM:
"Arguing with mum is like a vicious cycle. No matter how hard I try to put my point across, she doesn't seem to comprehend my logic and keeps repetitively attacking me with the same points that I already feel that I have explained adequately. Which only means one thing: she found out about prizegiving."

ON PIMPLES:
"I have a pimple. The kind that is barely noticeable on the surface but hurts like a mother. It's on my chin and it has probably been festering for weeks before it chose to slowly and painfully protrude towards the surface. I can't move my chin properly. Maybe Lord Pimple will eventually conquer my chin to claim for its own due to its rapid inhabitance in surface area."

ON LIFE:
"I was starting to see that neither home life nor my academic education were going to teach me what I really needed to know about life. Adults had a knack for making one doubt one's own judgement. According to them, it was bound to be immature, juvenile. But what else did I have besides my own judgement? How was I supposed to learn to live?"

ON GOD:
"If there ever was a God, I'd prefer to think of him as a gentle, loving and compassionate presence. God is love and his forgiveness is infinite. The God in my mind would understand me. He would call me by my name and think of me as myself. That seemed much more acceptable to me than the idea of a white-bearded lord tallying up everyone's sins in a book he'd dust off on Judgement Day. That seemed like such a petty, narrow conception for a being whose intelligence is supposed to be limitless, who was all-powerful and all-knowing."

ON VANITY:
"I mean, I like what I see in the mirror, I'm not going to lie, but it depends on the day and on my mood. I sense that beauty is full of contradictions. It's quite obvious, judging from the world we live in, that beauty is no small gift for a woman. Beauty gets the attention, but at the end of the day, personality gets the heart."

ON CHILDHOOD:
"Watching my brother converse with his little friend today made me remember how simple life was when I was his age. Children say it like it is and utter what is on their minds. The thought of lying to other to spare them emotionally doesn't ovvur in their conscious little minds. The enclosed utopia of the child is so unlike the veiled world of the adults, where people feign nicecities, whether unethical or otherwise. To my brother, the world does not extend beyond his home, his friends and simple creature comforts such as sleep, food and play."

ON LEARNING TO DRIVE:
Learning to drive is the scariest thing. Sure, seems easy enough watching dad do his thing from the passenger seat. He explains how to drive the vehicle in the matter of fact way, explains the little levers and peddals in a logic manner... but it's an entirely different story when you actually get behind the wheel. Braking hard and fast, both our bodies violently thrusted forward, an annoyed, "FUCK!" coming from dad."

You pass a bunch of people in a day--people in their cars, in the grocery store, waiting for their coffee at en espresso stand. You look at apartment buildings and streets, the comings and goings, elevators crawling up and down, and each person has their own story going on right then, with its cast of characters; they've got their own frustrations and their happiness and the things they're looking forward to and dreading. And sometimes you wonder if you've crossed paths with any of them before without knowing it, or will one day cross their path again. But sometimes, too, you have this little feeling of knowing, this fuzzy, gnawing sense that someone will become a major something in your life. You just know that theirs will be a life you will enter and become part of.