On bustiers and Fan boys with Bustier fetish

I am really just out of touch with the going-on of the world. But truth be told, I am just so used to seeing the world in major and super powers that I forget sometimes to see things on the micro levels. You see that the world now, I see is how the world is projected to be in say a hundred years from now. This means that from my view nowadays, I see how people are interacting on a day to day action and see how people will be like in say a few decades from now. Leaving the really intellectual things aside, the level I am seeing is simply how people really wants to start a relationship.

You see last year, I sold my car- which I have been driving for 10 years and started taking the trains. The trains is real eye opener. Sometimes, I think Texas landed on the train or little Sutton Town in England resettled in Jurong East and suddenly Burmese became rich overnight and we all start to speak Cantonese rather than English. It was quite funny.

Economics, Finance, it's all numbers, politics is all about who, when and how one gets and well society is really build on these tiny little actions which caused the Haiyan typhoon in 50 years time. Women are aggressive and they really are trying swallow up everything and anything they can while they are still young regardless of what and where it is.

They assert their opinions on everything from your height, weight, your hair and even your vegetable stuck on your lips. It's really a microcosm of society evolution. Men almost seems helpless in these situations simply because in these politically correct age, any form overt sexual dominance is like a attracting unnecessary stares from all sexes. I am still have not seen anyone having sex on the train yet though- but some are quite scandalous if you can see their drift.

Some women flirt so openly in tight spaces that they are simply asking to be raped right in the middle of the train that they are not afraid of flaunting their "youthful" sexual energy that they deemed so appropriate to anyone whom is so willingly to even reciprocate. The 60s have gone and past. Yoko Ono started a revolution on the bed with John Lennon and it has long past. He was shot for being a "Dreamer".

These East/West debate of decadence and conservatism is simply old school. No one does nor say it nowadays but, we know that listening to "Bad Romance" and "Lana Del Rey" is not healthy. These wave of "shall" I say " sexual power", is simply letting laziness by the backdoor. Women tingle, men get tickled- that has always been true, but you see that the flirting is nothing more than "I am in charge" rather than "I am comfortable with myself." Once the card gets out of value, everyone dashes out of the gates like everyone else.

I have not worked for about two years, but it can  be said that women have this tendency to flirt with everyone whom wants to be flirted with- and anyone who wants to be flirted with, have this very strange misconception that it will end there. It will not end there. When I was working a few years, I can tell you that women were not flirting with me, they literally want to ask me out simply because I refuse to allow them to flirt with me. I am not saying out of self-congratulatory simply because the truth is that I am really out of touch of the scene for so long that I really have no idea what the hell they see in me. My idea, is dinner or drinks and end of story. Sorry, I have no other ideas beyond this rather plain encounters.

Hence you see on that level, I consider their flirtation as highly inappropriate, unprofessional and extremely rude. It is true that men are animals but it doesn't mean that we don't observe distance.

On the train, I began to realize that these women were shall I say have a high minded of themselves in which men complied, not out of admiration, but really out of resignation in face of social pressure. The thing is that they take rejection personally and have no qualms about showing their displeasure. It is clear that women really have quite little respect for themselves or their body. I am not being Victorian.

One of these days, I must really show them the six pecs just to convinced them they are wrong. How would you feel if Superman came in and sit beside you in his underwear outside in. He is good-looking and he is a hero, yes but so what. You don't have his number, and neither do you know what he like and on which level, does one consider a Superman flirting with someone appropriate. None. And what makes these women- who thinks they are Wonder Woman wearing a bustier right to assert their sexuality so openly.

Victoria Secrets aside, they are not wonder woman- and Wonder Woman wears a bustier simply because she can swing the arms at lecherous men and not the other way around.

And when you see that these nice little working ladies, so dainty and so eloquent, start shifting their pencil skirts- everyone is suppose to care and really, the people that cares are the lecherous men whom ogled and feign innocence.

These wanton demonstration of their sexuality will have this simple effect of attracting weird men from all over the world thinking that the MRT trains of the world is the Victoria Secrets Runway Show. Houston is landing, little Yeovil Town has been mapped and I don't even know where Sengkang is.

Anyway, the point of all these is that to castigate them will have the opposite effect, to put a chastity belt on them is simply draconian, to allow them to dominate is simply assault on the senses- the time and age is for us to simply ignore them. Gay, or gay or not gay, let them castigate us instead. What is the big deal. We have don't have the six pecs and we don't have Chippendale bodies, but excuse me, we really don't need to be complimentary to strange women in bustiers. We have porn excuse me. Go make some perhaps.

Nights

P/S: tap in and tap out- little Maine in New York is in town and Salim from Pontianak is coming to watch the show.