Monday, May 30, 2011

Random Thoughts On... Hoodies and Female Dogs

I sometimes feel that having watched the collection of classic films that Audrey Hepburn starred in (Roman Holiday, Sabrina, My Fair Lady, Breakfast At Tiffany's etc.) my view on the male-female interaction has been permanently changed. In the K-tinted world, men are always gentlemen who give their coats to women when it's cold or who'll open doors for a lady. But I am aware that the real world can't contain such idealistic chivalry because of the annoying gender-equality argument ("If men and women are equal, why should men be expected to put themselves at a disadvantage and be the gentlemen all the time?") or whatever other practical reason reality throws out. So with the shattering of my quintessential notion, I've come to observe the emergence of two new male-female interactions: the hoodie and female dog ('bitch') relationships.

(Courtesy of Leather Up)

This is a hoodie. This piece of article just oozes comfort and laziness. It's the staple of any person's wardrobe. I mean just think about it. When you're cold at home what do you wear? The hoodie. When you're going for a run in the chilly morning/night what do you wear? The hoodie. When you're going to McDonalds/Hungry Jacks/KFC what do you wear? The hoodie. The hoodie is so essential because it's so comfortable and versatile. But as soon as a situation turns to such that the outer appearance becomes the slightest concern to the greater public, the hoodie is the first to be ditched. After all, since when was the hoodie ever a garment to impress?

The hoodie relationship characterizes the dynamics between a guy and his girl friend (the platonic kind). To the guy, this particular girl friend is his hoodie. She may lack the defining features of a hoodie such as the eponymous hood, but to him, the girl friend exhibits the very characteristics of his favourite article of clothing:

- Her comfort factor is right up there with his home sweat pants and week-old t-shirt. With her, he feels most at ease and he feels no pressure to impress her. She is, after all, his friend who has probably seen him in his most comfortable state: disheveled in clothes a day off from washing and wearing Lynx (or even no deodorant at all) instead of a musky cologne. 

- She's always there for him. When he's bored and in need of some company, the girl friend is there to be worn called to have a general catch-up session to talk about the daily events or any other casual topic. But don't be mistaken, the girl friend is also a friendly ear to any deep and meaningful concerns that may be currently plaguing him.

- Her companionship is perfect when he needs it to be. If there's ever time when he needs to visit some of his casual haunts, the guy will bring the girl friend along to be a compadre on such jaunts. But nota bene, to an event that may be just outside his natural comfort zone (distinguished by the need to style his hair or wear cologne), she is nowhere to be seen.

All in all, his girl friend is almost as fun to be around as a fellow male "buddy" albeit having longer hair and a higher pitched voice. She is necessary in his life because without her, he'd have a certain absence of warmth that could only be filled by a hoodie. 

Female dogs are known as bitches. Even though a girl friend may not be a dog, she can also be known as a bitch. But let me make this clear, I don't mean 'bitch' as in "Oh no you di'in't you BITCHHHHH" or as a sleazy term, I mean it in the most sterile way possible.

Being a guy's bitch (in the K. Lee's definition of the term) is a little different than being the hoodie. They do share the three hoodie characteristics that were outlined earlier but there are other defining qualities that tip the balance from hoodie to bitch. They are the following:

- Bitches are first and foremost working dogs. Girl friends can be a guy's bitch. He will have no qualms about asking her to run small jobs for him: carrying bags, helping him move heavy things around, or asking her opinion on his fashion. A guy will not usually ask these things of a hoodie, as he will remember that she is his female hoodie not another one of his run-of-the-mill pals.

- A guy will not hesitate to introduce his bitch in events outside of his comfort zone. I refer back to a female working dog as a prime example. As if you wouldn't leave out introducing your pet dog. She has a great smile, big eyes and she's your friend! Oops, is this your pet dog we're talking about or the bitch? Either way, this girl friend is definitely not the hoodie and is not neglected when the guy is dressed up for the greater public.

A dog is a man's best friend. And it's true, the girl friend really is a guy's best friend. In comparison with his hoodie, a guy may be a little more gender-blind to his bitch (refer back to working dog characteristic) but to him, his bitch is a caring and faithful friend.

So the question stands, which are you? The hoodie or the bitch? 

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Day 5

Presenting Day 5's topic:

Six things you wish you hadn't done

IMO, this topic's a bit too open-ended for my liking. Just how immediate or trivial are we talking as far as regretful actions go? For instance, I regret publishing most of my posts so quickly due to the grammatical mistakes I always seem to make when I don't properly proofread, or just eating a little bit of the Lindt chocolate bunny just then.

Anyway, since I dislike going into too personal subject matters that border on being deep and meaningful on a blog, I'll keep this list neat and tidy:

1. I wish I hadn't been so sedentary in year 10. All I seem to remember from that year (apart from the ridiculously hilarious feuding) was just eating and sitting (a glorious but disastrous existence). I don't think I even did any sport except for softball in first term (and let's face it, it's not the most active sport out there). I'm convinced that I'm still attempting to burn away the calories some 4 years later. Oh Karma, how you bite so deeply.

2. I wish I'd never lost my original Nokia 3315 back in year 8. If there was ever a time when a small action had long-lasting and scarring repercussions this would be it. My fringe, the pride and joy of my year 8 self, was sheared away by my raging mother. Hell hath no fury like a mother angered. And so I was subjected to a hairstyle that was probably as close as I'll ever get to having a mullet and being 'masculine' (courtesy of J). When there had been some re-growth, I was upgraded from Asian bogan to a hardcore fan of the Sandy character from the Monkey tv series with the similar hairstyle and all:



3. I wish I hadn't decided to wash my white Converse sneakers. I think I have a complex about white articles of clothing. I know the upkeep of white clothing is a lot of work and the odd stain does occur here and there at times, but those factors still don't stop me from almost pedantically checking on how white my white items are. So I finally decided to give my white Converse sneakers a well-needed clean to relieve them of the term's dirt and dust. Instead of being restored to their former pearly glory, my Converses seem to look as if they've become sweat-stained. I mean, I wouldn't have minded it so much if the whole shoe had taken on that (particularly unpleasant) tinge. At least it may have appeared as if I had a really bad taste in sneaker colours. But no, now it just seems I have an excessively bad sweaty feet problem that seemingly affects my left foot than the other. To this day, I have no reasonable explanation behind my shoes' metamorphoses. Another mystery of life perhaps. >_>

4. I wish I didn't burn bridges so easily. 1 and a bit years later and I'm regretting having burnt bridges with certain people. It was such a pointless exercise. I can't even keep tabs on them directly. Like really, Facebook isn't even a viable medium! But stalking aside, I do I wish I hadn't so easily finished things on a sour note. A costs vs. benefits analysis would've probably told me that but apologies, I was never very good at Economics.

5. I wish I hadn't noticed how much i moult. Out of sight, out of mind right? Compounded by my dad going through a hair-loss phase, I have this fear that I'll end up hairless by the time I'm in my thirties. And to be honest, I don't really want to look as ridiculous as Shane Warne does:




(Courtesy of The Telegraph)

6. I wish I hadn't been so much of a lemming. When I was in my early teens, I felt that a good proportion of my time was spent on worrying about not fitting into whatever the mould was at the time. Even now I'll admit that I can be the hypocritical lemming and still run off whatever cliff everyone's heading towards, but I certainly feel that I've found my own groove since then. It's been a working a progress and I'm still trying to find the niche that's me in and amongst the ephemeral fashion styles and the popular trends (think Asian peace symbol). Cool beans? Cool beans.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Day 4

Seven things that cross your mind a lot

- "Why do my eyes feel so uncomfortable at the moment?" This thought has crossed my mind a lot the past two weeks. I attribute the question to the state of my eyelids. Instead of being single-lidded as per normal, they've tended to become double-lidded when I wake up. I'm not sure why. If I did, I would be patenting it and hawking it off to my fellow Koreans (who'd want plastic surgery anyway?). The mullah would be mine.

But no, the mystery behind the sudden double factor goes unresolved. So I'm left with wondering at odd and random times why my eyes feel so strange and double-lidded. I don't think they even make my eyes appear bigger. What a lose-lose situation.

- "I wish everyone could just start dancing right now." Yes, I wish God (was) a DJ and Life (was) a dance floor (courtesy of Pink). Things would be so much simpler. I sometimes hope that Hugh Jackman would just come along and pluck a Lipton Ice Tea out of nowhere and start dancing. I'd be right there, busting out all the moves. :D

-"Oh well, that's awkward." Such a thought is usually accompanied by the following signs:

a) A lone brow being raised precariously close to the hairline

b) A side-long glance directed at any individual in close radius who may also just be carrying out the same action

c) A slightly uncomfortable impression that gives off an amalgam of emotions such as concern, bewilderment and embarrassment for the awkward party

d) A nervous laugh

I leave out the Awkward Turtle because it's so overt. I heard that it's supposed to disperse any awkward tension in the air but I'm convinced that this is a fake claim! As someone once pointed out, an Awkward Turtle just confirms that a situation, which may have just passed under everyone's awkward-radar, is well and truly awkward. But I do understand the undeniable urge to bring it out every so often. How else would our thumbs be given such a strenuous workout?

-"I hope it doesn't rain." It's funny how in summer I always wish that it would rain so that I'd have a legitimate reason to sing 'Summer Rain'. And then, as soon as the seasons change to winter, I'm always hoping that we could have a relatively dry winter so that I didn't have to worry about splashing or squelching flats. I mean sure, it's a purely selfish thought that doesn't take into account the drought situation but let's not kid ourselves here. We're still not taking the earth-friendly three-minute showers, are we? (If you are, kudos!)

-"I like what he/she's wearing!" For mere mortals like myself, fashion doesn't start from Vogue or the runways. The stuff's either too perfect or too outlandish – ideal qualities for eye-candy. It's when you start to see that girl in your seminar class wear a particular item and admire how well it suits when the object of your appraisal becomes slowly integrated into the category of 'fashionable' wear. Some may derogatorily call it being the ultimate trend-follower but I maintain that I don't sink to the level of an avid Cotton On/Supre shopper. Because after all, that would just make me an ordinary lemming who loves super-tight tights. Ew.

-"Oh dear. I'm procrastinating again." Pretty sure this particular notion needs no further explanation. Any further writing would probably just prolong the irony of procrastination.

-"I <3 Titan."

(I have a vision of the future: Forget about crazy cat lady. Boxer-lovin' spinsters will be everywhere. Coming soon in about 30 years time to a neighbourhood near you.)