I hope that one day we see the liberation of women in countries like Afghanistan. It takes an enormous amount of courage for women to take any kind of stand in an environment that is so hostile to the liberation of women or even the existence of them.
Those who do stand up are often punished for their bravery.
What it will really take to make a difference, is for the men of Afghanistan to stand beside their wives, mothers, sisters and help drive the change towards equality. Or at the very least an increase in tolerance and respect for women.
We have a long way to go.
Afghanistan: Girl Power – People & Power – Al Jazeera English.
Date No 5
My next date was with Where Are My Slippers who surprised me by hopping into bed with his pyjamers on at the ripe old age of 38, with sleeves down to the wrist and the buttons done up to his neck. Not a scrap of flesh in sight.
I felt vaguely ridiculous as I lounged on the bed in the nude, post-coitus.
“What is wrong with this picture?” I thought to myself.
He looked like an extra off Star Trek and I was waiting for him to say “Captains Log” and start fiddling around with the light switches next to the bed.
He surprised me by emerging from the bathroom in his PJs after a not particularly exciting sex session, AND in the middle of an Australian summer.
I could understand the PJs if it was freezing – but in the middle of summer? I had to stop myself from giggling and take him seriously. He was a really sweet, lovely guy and I liked him very much so although the PJs were a surprise, it wasn’t a deal-breaker. I just felt a little ridiculous I guess, languishing on the bed in my birthday suit.
Fast forward 8 or so years now that I’m married to the man of my dreams. I’m always trying to get my husband to wear PJs in the winter when its cold so he doesn’t catch his death. And he hates them but I really want him to wear them!
Date No 1 – Pass My Glasses
Rule no. 1 of internet dating – if your date refers to you as a “nice young lady”, run for your life.
This happened a few years back when I was still wet behind the ears about the whole internet dating scene. My potential date referred to me as a “nice young lady”. Alarm bells started ringing straight away. Who in the hell calls you that, apart from your grandpa when you were about six. So he finally came clean – he was 58. Not that there’s anything wrong with that but I’d only just hit thirty.
I don’t mind a bit of an age gap but I’d have to limit it to years rather than decades.
When I gave him the bad news about not wanting to take our relationship to the next stage I got one last email telling me “I am skilled in the art of tantric-lovemaking and like to ensure my lady is completely satisfied”. “my lady?” We’re not starring in an episode of Pride and Prejudice. And as for the promises about Tantric sex. In normal circumstances that would be music to my ears but from a 58 year old man ? I don’t think so. The older man, younger woman scenario only works on tv unless you are …. (fill in name of film star/politician as appropriate).
Don’t get me wrong, I’m in full agreement with Mae West when she said “a hard man is good to find” but in your 60s?! My advice to all sexagenarians is, try to find someone closer to your own age. If I am young and nubile and you are old and wrinkly, the chances are, I will not find you attractive and that’s not just being unkind, that’s just biology. So Tantric Sex or not, I was not willing to go there for the sake of research.
A little bit of light gardening is much more appropriate at that age. Wouldn’t you agree?