What’s With The Pinky, Guys?

Okay, I just have to say something about this. It’s been bugging me for a very long time and it’s about time to vent it out. Recently I’ve noticed there are heaps of guys growing the nails on their pinkies and this look so weird, especially because the nails on the other fingers are cut short.

What is the deal, really?

I’d asked all the guy friends I knew and none of them could explain it to me. I’d even asked a guy who grew his pinky nail himself and he wouldn’t bloody tell me why. As if it would jinx the freakin’ finger or something.

I know everyone has the right to grow whatever bodily parts they want, but come on guys…the nails on your pinky?? That is just not on. Not only does it look disgusting but us women tend to think the worst about this long pinky nail – like guys are using it to pick their noses or ear wax or something.

And I’m not talking about normal length but more like two to three centimeters long and it stands out – it really does. It’s like one of those nails porn stars have, except that it’s on guys and they only have it on their pinkies.

What makes it even worse is that even girls are no longer into the long nails look. Most of them cut their nails short and even if some of them prefer to grow their nails, they never go to the extremes as the guys would. I know some guys grow the nails on their thumbs as well but I got an explanation for that – apparently it’s for playing guitar. Fair enough, but that still doesn’t explain about the long pinky and besides, I’ve played guitar as well and I have never, ever picked the strings using my pinky nail.

Maybe it’s like one of those unsolved mystery about guys that we will never find out – or better not to find out – and better be left just as it is. But one thing for sure – long pinky nails are a huge turn off and no matter how cute or hot a guy is, if he’s got the long pinky then it’s just not happening.

Seriously, I expect more from the new metrosexual generation of men.

23 going on 35

There is a fear in me of becoming one of those single, 35 years old women who are, weird enough, being singled out just because they are over thirty, single and most often do better on the career than the love department.

It is mainly due to the fact that my surroundings told me I am in the right age to be in a serious relationship and on the way to marriage, when I am in fact, fearing the actual word of “marriage” itself, let alone the meaning of it.

What bothers me a lot lately is that I’m starting to think that perhaps I should be worried about marriage. It bugs me so much because knowing I’m such a complicated, neurotic person it will probably be hard for me to get hitched and force someone to spend the rest of his life with me.

But the prospect of being married lurches back into my mind and I shudder at the thought of marrying an arsehole who wants me to double duty as a doormat. The thing about marriage is, it is never quite as easy as it sounds and I have heard and seen one too many traumatic experiences about marriage that the thought of it seems so gloomy and disappointing I’d rather spend my life with a cable TV and other electronical beings that are thankfully always available and keep on improving from time to time.

Weird enough, I start to think that whether being a woman is all there is to it. Just because we have wombs and can reproduce, is it really our destiny to do so or can we actually be more than that? Can a woman ever be more than just a child bearer or are we supposed to go back to our roots and be the gatherers that we were – thousands of years ago?

In a patriarchal country such as Indonesia, it is still unusual for women to be independent and pursuing their careers as a priority and ignore the ticking sound of their biological clock – as if they are denying what is suppose to be their destinies in lives.

I feel like I am going to be one of those oddly singled out over thirty women that will receive sniggers and the raised eyebrows by the wedded and the elderly, just because I choose career over marriage. The battle has not even begun but the comments are already spitting out and accumulating like poisonous gas around me.

Whenever I say that I don’t care about getting married, people gasp as if I have offended them personally. They think that something’s definitely wrong with me – just because I want more than just being a housewife.

Maybe I will end up being a spinster, or maybe I won’t. But there’s something extraordinary and bigger than life out there and I’m going to find it, no matter what it takes.