True Women Don’t Gnaw Bones

True Women Don’t Gnaw Bones

Even today, men think that genteel women are conscious about what they put in their mouth (or at least in public / or at least in front of men). They still send us a box of chocolates with love notes! And expect women to braid her hair and bake cupcakes! If you have dated couple young girls from your high school…who gave you cues of eating ice cream, chocolates, fruit juices, salads and kheer (nutella came much later on). You sir! We are sorry!!!

True women are easy to identify. Yeah…Much before the primordial germ cells divided into blastomeres…we women, started behaving like one…right from the womb! Yes, we gossip, we vent, we talk about shared feelings and karma! We are pretty aware of the fact that ‘talking’ wouldn’t solve anything (and so is drinking beer), but anyway we do it!

If you still struggle to get a picture! Here you go…true women won’t have a master’s degree in public administration or enjoy her work in the hardware store! Yes, its quite simple as that…we hate to pump gas, will stick to the 55 miles per hour speed limit and never trespass the ‘no entry’ zone. Last, but not least…true women still can cook in no time for her man by hitting the microwave buttons. :)

Once upon a time…gentle ladies could be anyone who has a smooth skin and voluminous hair! And, most importantly who is capable of making decisions! Or simply by tricking the alpha males to pick one of their ideas as his own. :) By allowing him to enjoy his ego boost, the real bitch  women enjoyed a pompous secondary lifestyle!

In today’s scenario, everything has been reshuffled. Women got empowered! We stepped out to roll under the bull (I mean to compete with men in the fields that are otherwise considered to be man’s job). So…did this change anything on the dinner table? And, what makes us a true women, today?

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True Women Don’t Gnaw Bones

True Women – Today

 

Fake Women – Even Today

 

Honestly, we prefer a well-stuffed samosas better than a plastic wrapped flower bouquet. Fake women says ‘wow’ and ‘awe’s for the flowers you picked (or your friend did).
After a bit of misunderstanding…there always comes a patch up date! Sure we expect you to climb the first floor through the window and meet us up at our bed room. Most importantly with a box of chocolates, cookies..what the heck..even ice creams. Loves music, music instruments like guitar, violin, flute or mouth organ. Hand written poems or well-tuned melody songs. Upon misunderstanding / fight…you need to play all these, you idiot!
We don’t mind eating meat, gnawing bones, cracking crabs or attacking weird sea creatures or munching down the game animals on the dinner table. But, all this is not on our first date. :) We show our true nature after we step into that comfort zone (like exactly, when we also forget to shave our legs). Tend to stick to cup cakes, nutri bars, mini meals, kid’s plate. You know why, right?!
We don’t expect you to be sensitive, understanding or whipping a gourmet meal! But, be a man to take care of the stuff without raising your brows. :) You need to clean up the mess, cook meals, ask her…how was her day and listen to her crap.
We love health food that would keep us vibrant. Anything from eating ‘curry leaves chutney’ to keep up the jet black hair or soy milk coffee to maintain a smooth skin. Believes in grooming as well, but goes way beyond to lipo-suction, tummy tucking and doing yo-yo diets!
We frown upon anything fermented (yes, the beer and alcohol that you drink) make us hate you. Biologically…we pretty much hate everything that is not appropriate for survival. Plays a social game by drinking sweet wine. Knows, exactly when to trick you into her devious plans.
We tend to be little over weight. Because, it wouldn’t be fair to those skinny girls out there…if we were to be this attractive, intelligent, funny and perfect. :) As a matter of fact, in size zero.

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