men are the cause of all our woes
harummmppffhhhh....
i have a topic for the mix-fm djs to air in the mornings: men shouldnt talk about things they know nuts about i.e. pms/menstruation/pregnancy.
the husband has this nifty skill for pissing me off when he talks about these things as if hes an expert by experience. of course my standard reply would be: dont talk to me, or any women for that matter, about how to deal with pms/menstruation/pregnancy until the day you start bleeding from your dingdong on a monthly basis or experience another person gestating in your tummy.
talk so much. pfffftttt!!!
he thinks that women, these days, use pms/menstruation/pregnancy as an excuse for being bitchy/lazy/sickly etc. sometimes i wonder, this is the man i married, but he seems to know shit all about his own wife. he seems to have the opposite view (of the kind of person i am) from other people who know me.
growing up, i have never been seen as a sickly person. never. although i wasnt an all-out athlete by any standard, i was captain of the school hockey team (although this appointment was probably due to my discipline & leadership qualities ~ahhhemmm~ rather than to any atheletic prowess). i was an average player. ok lah. takde lah olympic standards ball-dribbling skills but hey, i did everything that the next player did. warm-ups, running, sweating, practice blablabla... ok so, my point is, the husband sees me as someone who is fragile because i dont exercise much now & because come pms/menstruation/pregnancy time, i'm usually out of commission with backaches etc.
hellooo.
just because i feel poorly come pms/menstruation/pregnancy time doesnt mean that im fragile lah wei. it just means that im a female human who is physically (& this is scientifically proven) expected to feel out of sorts once a month. ok so, yeah, i dont deny that i should exercise more for over-all well-being & yeah, probably this will help with the syndromes tagged to pms/menstruation/pregnancy. but its not who i am. i am genetically a non-exerciser. i exercise once in a while but takde lah equivalent to a gym freak. maybe i swim once a week. its like this: i read books religiously. when i run out of books, i feel susah hati. no shit. but the husband isnt like this. do i hold it against him? no i dont. do i accuse him of being weak-minded? no of course not.
arghhh...
happy valentines to you too.
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