(I swear I wasn't gonna blog about this, but hey if you have to say it you have to say it)
While the Nation is currently focusing on the issues related to the roles of wives and husbands and the marriage institution and what goes on behind closed bedroom doors, and religions (like you can escape that), thanks to the now infamous Obedient Wives Club (OWC); I looked on my bare fingers and closed my tired eyes and thought, better a single woman with rights of her own than a wife with all these perception and expectation hanging over her head. Better a woman with choices and no one to answer to, than a woman constantly shackled and misconstrued. Better a woman with means than a woman without. Better a woman alone against the world than a woman alone for it.
I'm beginning to sound like a freaking feminist. Not. Just generally pissed off.
Tag an 'obedient' label on me, and I will suddenly feel the urge to rebel. It's the Law of Reflects, the most natural occurence in the universe. People tell you to stay put, do you listen? No. But don't get me wrong. Not rebel against my so-called future husband, just against the world and its misapprehension and misplaced guidance. It's the 21st century honey. It's the land of equal opportunity. Not equal treatment, just equal opportunity. You know what that means, right? Whatever happens to love, honour and respect? Don't you even believe in your own vows? It's equal everything else. Last I witnessed, two people repeated the vows, not one. If you have to work at something, it requires cooperation and equal understanding and action.
And why does the tag 'Obedient' suddenly makes me think of BDSM? How does something so innocent and good become so indecently proposed and remarked upon? This does brings to my mind the image of silk rope, spanking crop, creaking beds, palm marks on sensitive skins, and soft whimpers of sacrificial sounds ... all possible pictures thanks to Google search. (Sorry, my head just wandered off). Did the originator of the Club perhaps have these in mind? No? I don't believe you.
Then be prepared for the consequences. For the uproars. For the obstructions. For pissed off women. For indignant husbands. For the damage.
I mean, come on ... take this for a simplest explanation: If a country who still has a policy ruling about banning or allowing international mega superstar artists from performing here just because of his/her wardrobes or stage antics or lyrics or whatever excuses they can think of, what makes you think any of these things you started will be widely accepted and embraced? I'm not even going to mention religion here.
You know, that's why we have marriage councelors. Marriage is not a situation we delve into and then form a club for damage control. It should be treated with the respect and reverence and the degree of importance it deserves, like its the closest thing to religion. A husband is a head of the house, but he sure isn't God. And if I start telling you that treating him like he holds your salvation in his hands is not going to help your cause or pave your way to heavens, you will think me shallow and unrespectful of other religion. I'm not. Who likes being called a whore anyway?
You know, when it comes down to it, the intention is good, it's the means I don't agree with. And maybe also the 'ambassador'. No offence but people naturally would buy an item that looks like it works on the person especially the one promoting it. Imagine Angelina Jolie promoting this... and not some exhausted looking woman who looks like she's just been you know ... repeatedly. She's supposed to glow from it, but why didn't she, or is my doctor wrong, or perhaps bad camera angles? (Sorry, I can't help it. Sorry. I will repent tomorrow.)
But then again, I know what's in your head: I'm not married yet, so what do I know? Just letting off overdue steams.