In case you haven’t noticed, two very powerful forces are currently at war, here in sunny and sometimes hazy Singapore.
S’POREAN singleWOMEN vs S’POREAN singleMEN
Some say it started when the first men were documented carrying their female counterparts’ handbags. Some claim it was since the existence of Tiger Mums. Some link it to the predictably unpredictable ovulations of the moon, some date it to the beginning of the internet, some crazy sources blame it on the boogie, and some sources insists it is – as usual – gahmen‘s fault.
How or when, we are not here to play solve-the-timeline-puzzle. But we wish to shed light on this stand-off.
It was brought to our attention this morning with a seemingly innocent question posted on this forum:
The question is pretty loaded to begin with, we give it that bit of credit, but you can always trust netizens to give it the attention it doesn’t deserve.
Read the comments that follow, which is pretty much a snapshot of the petty war that has been waged. It goes from female netizens saying “do you know how much we spend on make-up?!?!” and “the good ones are gay or married” to male netizens saying “the next time you choose a companion would be at the SPCA” and “the leftovers are jokers” – some seriously mind-numbing, off-tangent stuff, but all sadly, very entertaining.
And it’s generally divided into:
WOMEN: “Singaporean Men CMI (cannot make it)”
MEN: “Singaporean Women have a ISOS (inflated sense of self)”
WOMEN: “Get up. Get to work. Get dinner. Get me excited. Get me a maid. Get me a diamond ring.”
MEN: “How about I’ll just get me a foreign bride.”
WE CAN’T GET NO SATISFACTION (from each other, it seems)
Why are we hurting each other?
Article like this and this and this only add more oil to the fire.
Relationship Experts of the world, if you can tahan the terrible grammar and have some grasp of Singlish, how it functions, and some sense of our peculiar culture, consider this your open invitation to explain this strange phenomenon of WHY SINGAPOREANS NO LOVE EACH OTHER?