So I was watching the news the other day when I cam across the article which stated that roughly 1 in 4 young women in America had an STD. Given how closely Australia tends to follow the USA in terms of social culture, economics, fashion trends, military responses, and the such it occurred to me to actually wonder about how the Australian people are going towards safe sex.
It's a worry for me personally when I've had a spate of ... random encounters. It's not that I don't practise safe sex. It's more of a case of a checking up on it afterwards. As we all know, no method is 100% guaranteed. And abstinence doesn't count because some of us actually have hormones not anti-freeze running through our veins. So checking up after a bout of random, crazy ( I can't seem to let go of crazy ) shared moments in the night is pretty much a must for me. That way at the very least, I can make sure that I'm not the one whose going to have to make the embarrassing call to all the women I've met in such circumstances and kept their phone numbers.
But by and large my concern isn't so much myself as the gullibility of others. Just because a guy says he's safe, do women take him at his word? Are people to be trusted these days with such high risks of viruses which will stay with you for life? Sure, there's a plethora of different STD's out there, and many of them are curable. But the big ones which will cripple you, your blood and your offspring are scary enough to encourage more safe sex yeah? Isn't somebody's word just that little to much flimsy? *shrugs* Well I've never claimed to understand people in general.
Oh, whilst I'm in the vague area of sex, another article I saw on the television the other day involved Australia now having more single women than married women. The reasoning handed out to why so many women were single was pretty much boiled down to the oh-so-simplistic logic of "Women have far too high standards and check list when it comes to men. Abandon the check list. No man will be perfect. No man can be changed to be that perfect man."
Uh... huh. If as a man, I can find that mildly insulting I wonder what the general female responses to such a statement would be. Plus, I like holding myself up to a high standard. Yes, I can cook. Yes I do take care of my physical appearance on a semi-regular basis. Yes I have impeccable sense of hygiene. No, I am still a messy bastard. Yes, I regularly consume enough food to scare people. Absolutely, I am a frekkin weirdo. However I will always be the first to admit it when I'm a freak or when I'm wrong. And with that in mind, I'd reckon that I'm pretty good by most standards, given the stories I'm commonly hearing about the problems with men in Australia.
Maybe I should go to one of these speed-dating nights just to see what all the fuss about Melbourne men is.
Anyway, that's enough from me in this sweltering heat.
P.S. This song is horribly addictive. And trashy pop. And my masculinity is dropping another notch by listening to a love song so many times. And I know it's old Hikaru Utada. But I've always favoured her more over than the screechy, now-going-deaf-in-both-ears Ayumi Hamasaki.