I have been forced to confess it herewith.
I do not get it. Maybe men have same issues with oestrogen and progesterone, but come on. Progesterone isn't half the confusion as testosterone is.
Testosterone is so incredibly funny, it'll make nice, decent, intelligent people like my own darling brother, Ali, scream uncontrollably at a guy who merely cut in front of him at the CNG station a couple of days ago.
Don't believe me?
Alright, I'll elucidate.
While waiting for the ATM machine to work and observing the milling-arounders, one does get to notice interesting (and sometimes just plain gross) tidbits. For example.
Notice how the dashing old man stands.
Where the bloody hell does he think he's standing? His washroom, waiting for his kids to finish toothbrushing?
On roads where women walk like this, all covered and sour-faced ... :
Men actually have the nerve to stand around their hands up their waists through their kurtas. Like so. Notice it's not one but two intelligent species standing that way.
That's just too disgusting.
But no wait. Where there's disgusting, there's Zardari. And no one can refute he's not a good reason to be baffled at testosterone. Everyone's heard of his fawning over Sarah Palin. If I'm over the fact that we're slobbering as slavish puppies at the hands of the American government, I'm made to see him making sleazy innuendos at a remotely attractive female.
Your wife's been dead not a year and you're already grinning like a chipmunk.
I guess I should've taken the hint when you took over the party and ran for President, but you had to prove it to me, sir, eh?
And although I hate to use anything human in the same line as Zardari, I have to make an exception.
Then there are freaks who will insist on flirting with you despite your obvious display of the ring-finger. The freaks who think anything moving and female is worthy of their slimy attention. The freaks with their mad stares and creepy smile. Their bad teeth and slick (in their opinion, anyway) hairdos - do you actually think you're attractive if I see your knickers hanging out your pants? We're not blind, please. Or devoid of other senses either.
I'm sure the grievances are equal on the other side, the battle of the sexes will reign, never the twain shall meet, opposites will continue to attract, and so on and so forth ...
... but if it ever comes down to choices, I'd always choose oestrogen.
It's crazy, moody and maybe even bitchy at times.
But it won't flirt at every moving object in sight.