Luckily, he's not a woman

Once in awhile, Dad would ask me why I don't dress better. You see, according to people like my dad, women should dress to thrill and not bore everyone with the tediously ordinary jeans-and-tee ensemble. He would tell me that had he been born a woman, he would have no lack of mini skirts and cleavage-inducing tops in his wardrobe. He even goes to the extent declaring he'd be the biggest bitch on earth, not hesitating to seduce his way through, and in the process, giving Joan Collins a run for her money.

Because of the industry he's been in for the last 30 odd years, I'm not at all surprised he's got this sort of mentality.

My dad thinks that women have the upper hand because we can easily manipulate men. And if a woman dresses well, things would be even easier cos she's perceived as more stimulating, and will be able to gain more respect.

I guess it's mildly ironic that he married a woman who isn't anything like that. Besides, it only re-affirms that God is amazing cos He sagely decided to make my father a man.

I'm feeling: Incredulous
I'm listening to: Walk On - U2