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And the City.

Carrie, Charlotte, Miranda and Samantha have been what I call them ‘my semi-imaginary friends’, simply because they exist in my life to a certain degree that I think of them as my conscience when I simply get confused about being a woman, handling my life and being in and out of relationship.

Simply put, the girls are figures I look up to, despite all the fucked-up problems they have. Not denying that they are characters from a TV series, they are somewhat undeniably real and close to my heart. They’re what I want from my friends. They’re my dating gurus. They’re the ones to turn to when I feel lonely and there’s no one there to make me feel better. They’re my feminist semi-reality idols who prove the world that women over 30s are not ‘old and pass it’.

They’re the conventions of what women should be; those who choose to be what they want to be.

Sometimes I think being a woman is the hardest thing to do. True, we have the advantage of multiple orgasms, but we’re the ones who cope with period pains, labor hell, sagging breasts and tummies - not to mention the things we have to endure in order to stay beautiful as the common image perceives it; all the waxing, shaving, bleaching, trimming and God knows what else.

Now that the Metrosexual era is becoming more common, we see a blurred vision of what is considered feminine and masculine. Some men might wax their chest. Frequent the gym to tighten their six packs. Get regular meni-pedi treatment at spas. Use moisturizing lotion - from Clinique Men, of course. Even get Botox treatments for those who fear that the Clint Eastwood look is no longer appealing. All of this new ‘men’s stuff’ is still bollocked by those who have not embraced it, but I can see it creeping its little way slowly to the little unconscious minds of young men everywhere, over-poisoning and consuming them, by the growing demands of popular culture, as seen on television, to be the new hip and happening generation of men, sipping their mocha frappes at Starbucks, dressed in Marc Jacobs suits from head to toe, looking so hip it actually hurts.

And women are preferring to opt for Jockeys Women underwear range for comfort and reliability, simple and stylish grey stripy pants for flexibility and movement, medium-heeled pointy toed shoes that won’t stop them from juggling the tasks in their daily activities, ditch the heavy make up and go for the natural look, carry condoms in their handbags and putting ‘career’ as their top priorities in life. Domestic skills such as cooking and cleaning are no longer things that belong to only women, but mainly skills that need to be retained simply because women don’t want to be left behind as the men are catching up. In the meantime, as the men learn how to cook and change diapers and embrace living at home and not force themselves to be the breadwinners, women are working out their roles in the police department or being bus drivers and security guards.

The masculine recognizes and admits the feminine, and the feminine discovers the masculine that has been buried deep down in their minds that they don’t even know that it’s in their every cores and nerves, waiting to be found.

Someday, I hope, the sex differences between men and women will gradually diminish, and as we live and complete each other, with all our strengths and weaknesses, the differences in our qualities will be met, and we can finally understand the opposite sex.

I guess that optimistic Charlotte is in me somewhere, after all.

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