Woman got fired because she was too hot?

Have you all heard the latest news? "Citibank fired a woman because she was too hot!"

Can you imagine this quote?

"As a result of her tall stature, coupled with her curvaceous figure,” this woman was told "she should not wear classic high-heeled business shoes, as this purportedly drew attention to her body in a manner that was upsetting to her easily distracted male managers."

"It's like saying that we can't think anymore 'cause our penises are standing up—and we cannot think about you except in a sexual manner—and we can't look at you without wanting to have sexual intercourse with you. And it's up to you, gorgeous woman, to lessen your appeal so that we can focus!"



Well, I have a friend that has these supersized boobs. And she loves to flaunt her supersized boobs with low cut blouses. After all there’s this saying, “When you have it, flaunt it”.

Now am thinking, lucky she’s not working in Citibank. Don’t think any men can work in the office with her around especially if they are conducting a meeting. I remembered how she would sit her supersized boobs very neatly on the table. And I used to see men stealing glances at that pair of supersized boobs when they think no one’s looking.

In normal circumstances, we all know that having extraordinary good look is an advantage to any men and women. Even babies know it. Babies gaze longer on pretty faces, and even us, would gugu and gaga over cute pretty babies.

Not only that, a study by the Federal Reserve Bank of St. Louis in 2005, confirmed that good-looking people and tall people are better paid then plain ordinary Jane.

So it is rather unusual that this woman was been fired because she’s too sexy!

Does this means that all those extraordinary good looking, sexy women with all the right curves should not flaunt their assets just so that men can manage their libidos?

For more on this article, copy and paste this link:

http://www.businessinsider.com/debrahlee-lorenzana-citi-2010-6#ixzz0pmfxG9P4

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/06/06/opinion/06dowd.html?hp

Would you divorce after 40 years of marriage? At age of 65?

The news of Al & Tipper Gore's separation got me to think of the marriage institution. They always looked so happy in public. Always seen as loving couple, hugging, hand in hand.....And they were married for 40 years! But looks like behind the closed door, they don't hold hands!

For more of Al & Tipper, copy and paste this link - http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2010/06/02/AR2010060202373.html?referrer=emailarticle

Every Other Man*: How to Cope with Infidelity and Keep Your Relationship Whole

Have you wonder about this? What age would a normal couple be after they had spent 40 years of marriage together? Imagine if you are a lady married at the age of 25 years old. After 40 years of marriage, you would already be 65 years old. Your kids are grown. Both of you spent the best part of your life, sharing a dream, building a home, seeing your kids graduating, from kindergarden, from primary school, from secondary school, from college and finally from Uni. Then seeing them getting their first job, progressing to setting up their own little nest and moving up the corporate ladder. At 65, it's now time for both of you to enjoy time together, free from all the responsibilities, time to recapture the magic moments when it was just two of you only, almost like the time when both of you were just starting out to set up your little nest!

But hold on! When finally you had all the time in the world to be together, to do the things that you both had always been talking about, you might just suddenly realized that he's too close for comfort. You can't stand being around him 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 4 weeks a month, 12 months a year. Good gracious and how many more years it will be where you have to adjust to each other's habits. And how come you didn't notice all those habits before?

Personally I felt that couples in their 30s would probably divorced for these reasons:
(1) Boredom - grown apart
(2) Financial Stress
(3) House Stress - looking and setting up your new home could be a time where you discover new things of each other
(4) In-laws Stress
(5) Can't have kids or one don’t want kids
(6) Difference in parenting philosophies
(7) Letting themselves go - am already married, why I still need to dress up, to look sexy. I had kids already and am expected to look fat
(8) Resentment of one always doing all the household chores
(9) Infrequent sex, lack of intimacies due to been caught up with the responsibilities of juggling between office, spouse, kids, parents and other members of family

Whilst for older couples whom has been married to each other for more than 25+ years, I would think the reasons are:
(1) Marriage was never good, just waiting to divorce when children are older
(2) Grown apart
(3) Lost of conversation topics, their conversation exists only when they have mutual topic ‘children’
(4) Too close for comfort, needs some 'personal' space. It's just two of them in the house now
(5) Spouse finally can’t tolerate each other's small habitual behavior; it can be a simple case of one been too tidy and the other been messy. It reach a point where enough is enough
(6) Affairs – started because the need to feel attractive, wanted, or to boost their ego or to feel sexy again
(7) Serious sickness like mental instability

One of the favorite stories I heard about the length of marriage is an old tale, supposedly from the Bessemer division of Jefferson County, Alabama, involving a couple seeking a divorce after 68 years of marriage. The judge was overcome with curiosity and asked “Why now, after all this time?” Their reply: “We were waiting for the children to die.”

You think there are other reasons that Al & Tipper or other long marriage couples would have for divorcing? Other then ‘growing apart’ as per reason given?

Happier after 50! True?

A study by the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences has good news for any of you that are getting old. Well, I know of a friend that just had a celebration to announce her coming new 40. Based on the study, apparently people start out at age 18 feeling pretty good about themselves, and then, life begins to throw curve balls. They feel worse and worse until they hit 50. At that point, there is a sharp reversal, and people keep getting happier as they age. By the time they are 85, they are even more satisfied with themselves than they were at 18.



In measuring immediate well-being — yesterday’s emotional state — the researchers found that stress declines from age 22 onward, reaching its lowest point at 85. Worry stays fairly steady until 50, then sharply drops off. Anger decreases steadily from 18 on, and sadness rises to a peak at 50, declines to 73, then rises slightly again to 85. Enjoyment and happiness have similar curves: they both decrease gradually until we hit 50, rise steadily for the next 25 years, and then decline very slightly at the end, but they never again reach the low point of our early 50s.

SO IS IT ENCOURAGING TO SOME OF YOU THAT WE CAN EXPECT TO BE HAPPIER IN OUR 50S THEN WE WERE IN OUR 20s? AND FOR THOSE WHO ARE ALREADY IN THEIR 50s, IS IT TRUE?

For me, the unhappy facts of going into 50s is that there'll be more wrinkles and every physical part seems to be sagging. Other then that I enjoyed the more matured me, the more knowledgeable me, the more experienced me. But one friend commented otherwise, that he's definitely not too happy after 50 as the "mental age lags physical age by about 10 years".

To read more, click or copy&paste this link: http://www.nytimes.com/2010/06/01/health/research/01happy.html?emc=eta1

Expression of Love (Part 2)

Remember my blog dated Dec 7, 2009 titled EXPRESSION OF LOVE . The poem was titled 'WHITE SUGAR'. And it reads:

White sugar, white sugar
Give me your lips.
Then give me your tongue,
Then give me your drips.

You are my possession,
Open your holes
To hot semen jets
When I take control.

White sugar, white sugar
Give me your tits.
I'll suck your nipples
Each time you submit.

Lay down, spread wide, prepare
love tunnel slut.
Your butterfly wings
Will flutter on nuts.

White sugar, white sugar,
Give me your heart.
I have your body,
Now soul must impart.

My candy orgasm
cums so abrupt.
Sweet love envelopes,
each time we erupt.

To put the story right, the author wrote this with genuine intent based on his feelings at that moment, feelings of love for his girl. I suppose most of us (or I am) are so used to the normal expression of love, the usual 'I want you', 'I need you', 'I can't wait to see you', etc, that we are just not used to this very vocal, erotic and poetic way of expressing one's love.

Desire, lust and intimacy are very much a part of love, and this erotic poem prove that sex between two people very much in love with each other, can be the most beautiful and natural thing in the universe.

The receipient of this poem obviously love it as it was written for her, with that intensity of a passionate love. And I titled it 'Expression of Love' as it geniunely was another way of expressing one's love on that moment.

Well, this poem here equates how I feel for my own love.

LOVE, DESIRE AND LUSTS

A touch of skin soft and slippery,
With the hint of hint of sweat.
We fought our resistance beneath the cool sheets,
As the wind flowed from the window above us.
Eyes met briefly and begged for the chance,
To abandon all of our uncertainties.
You began your work on my lips,
Probing gently as if drawing sex,
From a deep well of longing and need.
Then heated tongues met in the midst,
Of hot and quickening breath.
And greedily we drank the wine of our lusts.
Then intoxicated with those spirits,
Our clothes found resting place on the floor.
Piece by piece,
Until there were no hiding places,
For the two glistening and wanting bodies.
Hunger revealed in this hot moment.
Then skin meshed with skin,
As the floor became the stage.
You moved atop of me easily,
And lowered yourself gently.
Kissing me as I was filled with you.
As a gasp broke the kiss,
Your hands stroked the stray strands,
Away from my forehead, then became entangled.
Our slow rhythm gave way,
To urgent and demanding thrusts of passion,
As I arched my body for your comfort,
And you threw me into ecstasy,
With the strength of your blows.
You left me screaming and soaked,
In oblivion again and again,
As you growled my name from the back of your throat,
And our bodies both demanded more,
Each giving to the other,
High on the fluids of foreign substance.
I grasped, then released you,
Grasped then released you,
In effort to relieve you of your control.
The taste of your skin between my lips,
Was like no other.
To hear your cry of mercy,
When my teeth met your warm skin,
Was more breathtaking than you knew.
Yet I still released the control to you.
As you wound your hands in my hair,
And pulled until the flesh on my neck was taut,
You moved with one final and breaking blow,
Forcing our way to the peaks of bliss,
Leaving our screams to echo on like battle cries.
I welcomed the weight of you to crush me,
As you collapsed on top of me,
Still hot and burning,
And I glowing like an ember,
Casting a welcome light,
Should you seek my gifts again.