Post Valentine

Imagine if you took a man from really difficult life, placed him in a five star hotel and paid for him to hang out at a up-scale coffee shop all day and surf the Internet. Then ask yourself how long you think it would take him to start complain about petty things. ‘I don’t like the music here’, ‘This tea isn’t hot enough’, ‘the mattress is too hard to sleep’…etc

I wonder how long it would take me, if you put me where the man lived, to cry. I probably cry before I died, so I would happen pretty quickly, probably on the way there.

Perhaps, everyone should just stay where they are?

I went to a pre Valentine party over the weekend. It was organized by a university here. It took me by surprise to that most of the male were single. The reason I know this is you have identify your relationship status at the door. Red – for couple, Green – for single.

Ok, so men and women have been at odd with each other since the time when our ancestors were still living on trees. But by the 20th century, things has evolved so that once a man is old enough to watch TV, he knows: he is supposed to call and ask for date, supposed to pick up his date, supposed to take his date out, say, to a dance (in the early century), a movie (in the middle of the century), a club (if the date is of age). If the first date goes well, he was supposed to call and ask for another one, and at some point, the everything progresses along its natural course – or if the woman is pregnant – he was supposed to ask her to marry him.

However, it seems like things are starting to change. Perhaps, men finally have arrived at the conclusion that traditional, committed relationship, with its socially imposed requirement of being a wallets with legs, is empty and meaningless. One day, maybe the traditional adulthood – one wife, two kids, three bedrooms could also break. And that likely a beginning of a new civilization.

On the other hands, today’s trading is plagued with misfortunes. I got kill in an epic scale with the Swiss Franc. But then, Valentine was good.

In the celebrity department, I am nominating Salma Hayek as Mother of the Year (even it is only February). While on a mission for UNICEF in Sierra Leone, she saw a hungry baby and took immediate action – with her breasts. Angelia Jolie should take note.

The baby was perfectly healthy, but the mother did not have any milk," she later recalled to USA Today. "He was very hungry - I was weaning my daughter Valentina, but I still had a lot of milk, so I breastfed the baby." "You should have seen his eyes," she said. "When he felt the nourishment, he immediately stopped crying."

now is probably the time to put Salma Hayek’s breasts on the one dollar bill. This not only allow me to tip stripper, but also inspire her to use her boobs for the greater good. Who knows boob can be so awesome.

Time for a quick nap. How was your Valentine, friends?

-k

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[Phuong Thanh]

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