Bimbo

Richard and I are sitting in Mr Tea and he's been busying himself with some Rubik cubing and me with a book and then getting on the net with my laptop, and sporadically eavesdropping on a group of 3 girls frantically talking about really funny and weird guys-don't-and-won't-get-it stuff. Like how being tall is cool, how 'big hair' is nice and yet unattainable, if wearing spectacles allows you to not put make up on etc.

So I was prompted to dig up an old comic strip that I cut out from the papers quite some time ago:

(When guys hang out) (When girls hang out)

I guess it can be likened to girls saying that the stuff guys spout, like cars and technology and Rubik's cube and soccer, are equally inane. I might argue that stuff like that require a greater degree of more useful knowledge and ability (see On Female Mediocrity), but I guess, who am I to make a normative judgement and say what's more important in this world?

It kinda reminds me of the other day when Angie and I were at Takashimaya and I asked her if Jimmy Choo was like some local brand and she went, "omg, bimbo moment!" Of course, to me that totally didn't constitute to being anywhere near 'foolish, stupid or inept' (see bimbo) in the sense of the word because it doesn't strike me being as important as, say, knowing the difference between a speedometer and an odometer, or some other bit of knowledge as being more 'worth knowing' in my personal opinion. Like when some girls push on pull doors, don't know who Kim Jong Il is, or are unaware after a year that SMU has a Social Science faculty, those are what I'd consider to be real bimbo moments.

But I guess we live in a world that has been historically institutionalised by the male gender anyway. If the world was inherently matriarchal, perhaps being pretty with dainty nails, fussing over hair and makeup and knowing your Manolo Blahniks from your Charles & Keiths are what really matters, vis-a-vis understanding the offside rule. Hahar.

Welsh men only marry Welsh women because sheep can't cook.

Audio Candy:
Taylor Swift - Teardrops On My Guitar

I guess brands like Billabong and Quiksilver popularised the fashion of typography in apparel, which had its roots in surfwear but is now becoming a trend in everything from casuals to sub-formal, long-sleeved wear. And joining the hype are groups of lousy labels (and brand-pirates) who think that just by spraying, dripping and blotching paint over a bunch of sentences which absolutely make no sense (and even worse, are freakin' grammatically incorrect) they can make the cut as being fashionably up-to-date and give the stalwarts of the market a run for their money.

Apparently, they have in some ways, as they have garnered allegiance in the form of mostly metrosexual guys who think nothing of mixing and matching those tees with v-necks, outlandish pink and purple colours, and lousy, unfurtive english text. It pains and embarrasses me to spot people who commit such simple yet tragic fashion fiascos and yet behave as if they were proclaiming it's okay or that they're just naively stupid.