No need for niceties, certainly, no need to pretend, for I hate all of you.
You, the floozy women of my country, women who have a decent education, an envied lifestyle as compared to the masses here, a good chance of making it big in the commercial arena, a prospect of building a family and above all a chance of raising children, that is having a grand role in the future of this country and this world!
You have so much to your advantage, you can shine and shine you do! But in all the wrong ways. Why is it that you are all interested in MEN that belong to other women (that is married and/or otherwise engaged.) Why are you always looking out for the next RICH and Exciting Man to elope with, even though you have one of your own at home! OK, he might not be Mr.I-am-from-heaven, but, still you have him. And, whats the deal with being so obsessed with MEN? and that too the Pakistani kind who have nothing, I repeat, nothing to offer in terms of personality (zilch,) conversation (nil,) charm (sub-zero,) pizazz (none,) I'm sure you get the idea. So, why do I see single women, and then some not-so-single women pinning their lives away for these phantasms and creatures of fancy - for men, who are worth anything - do not trespass the area we call our country.
Women, I need to know, and know it, NOW, why is it that all your actions, your manoeuvrings, your dressing-up, your thoughts and your persona are all geared towards the other sex? why is it that you exist as a 'reaction' to what is male out there as opposed to being there, merely being and existing as one in your own right?
Your self-worth is gauged by how men in your life, yes these erst-while useless, non-entities rate you and assess you? Being a desirable woman in the eyes of an undesirable male population then is your criteria for being worth it? Isn't it when such loser men want you (for whatever reason) do you suddenly find in your selves the tracings of a beautiful woman, a desired woman? Why is it that apart and alone you are nothing?
And, please, the Defenders-of-the-male-species-of-Pakistan, please, stay away from this epistle (and, if you don't quite know the meaning of the word then this - letter) for I have no patience for people who refuse to accept reality.
Wherever I turn, I see women dressed up as lollipops, what with 'Kalis' read eternal and infernal number of cloth patches stitched on to what once was called a 'shirt'. Being stylish is one thing and hell I am all for it, but, when it borders on the ridiculous one needs to step back and take a deep breath and gain some perspective! and do women need that in June 2011 in Pakistan is one huge understatement of the young century. The 'embellishment' industry is rocking, with everything being 'stuck' on the joras, from diamante buttons to brooches that can easily pass for chandeliers! And how can I forget the 'Satin pattis' uffff! heck every god damn thing that one wears has a two inch patti running off it!
No discussion on the stupidity of our fashionable women can be complete without a thought on the 'designer lawn' that comes out with aplomb every summer and this year with a lot of oomph! believe it or not, every Tom, Dick and Harry and in this order has his own line of designer lawn along with an exhibition to boot with it! Go top that! Alongside biggies like Sana Safinaz and Gul Ahmed, we had, LALA lawn? and Warda lawn and so on and so forth! why? And hell! the lawn suit comes like a bloody survival kit! it has so many attachments one feels they must be there for some unforeseen but necessary emergency - there is the embroidered gala, then satin trimmings in some atrocious contrasting color and pattern, then some kalis (yes those damn things) then the dupatta that doesn't match at all and finally a pajama cloth in some other color!!! it is almost like being hit by a tornado with so much happening that you seem to lose your balance for a minute.
Floozy women, love their chappals and designer bags which of course cost a fortune, the bigger the logo on the bag the better, for other myopic women must be able to recognize the money spent within a nano-second or else the money is wasted! so we are inundated with Louis vuitton, and Coach ( yup the huge C's) and then Gucci with the inimitable design, and how could I forget the checks of Burberry!
Women, why do you go around wearing atrocious huge sun-glasses at all times during the day? even inside the rooms all postured on the head? as though you are going to step out in the blinding sun in a minute and not like errrr...in two hours after lunch???????? tell me please for it always has intrigued me? this propping up of these uber expensive shades on your marvelous heads!
And finally, the conversation! what all do you talk about? MEN hmmm always but why I would like to ask? why is it that one inane entity ponders so much on the whereabouts of another non-entity? how is that? what do you women talk about for hours? is it philosophy? do they wonder at the marvels of nature and our presence here? do they debate on issues like truth and justice? do they then think and discuss how and what should be the values taught to their children? do they worry and stress about the political realities? do you all see what world your children are going to be adults in? or is that too mundane and unexciting for your designer ridden brains?
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