This post was triggered off by something I heard on the radio last evening on my way back home. A lot has been said and many a storm has brewed over several cups of tea and coffee on what men and women want – not just in terms of each other or in a relationship, but in general. And, I for one, don’t have an answer yet. Don’t think any one of either sex does. There’s way too much oestrogen and testosterone on television for anybody’s good to make such a decision.
But to return to the discussion on radio, that, in turn, led to this post – do men prefer bad girls? Now this is as random as it can get, considering we’re not defining the term ‘bad’. Sundry men called in to say they’d prefer ‘bad girls’ because they’re ‘more fun’.
Yeah sure! And might I ask, what their idea of ‘fun’ is? The excitement and thrill of doing ‘naughty’ things that ‘stuck-up’, ‘good girls’ wouldn’t do, like taking off on a bike to an unknown destination till the cops come after you? They say they get along better with the ‘bad girls’ — you know “great minds think alike” and all that; they’re an impulsive lot, don’t care much for a relationship and yet give the boys a good time. Whatever their idea of ‘fun’, this lot of men believe only ‘bad’ girls are good for them, as the cliche goes.
As Donna Summer’s critically acclaimed number goes:
mister, do you want to spend some time, oh yeah
I got what you want
you got what I need
I’ll be your baby
come and spend it on me
Then there is the shameless lot that prefers a ‘bad girl’ as a girlfriend but would like a ‘good girl’ for a wife. And that’s the quintessential middle-class Indian guy for you. They desire the undesirable, they hanker for the forbidden fruit but when it comes to making choices, Mommy dearest will pick the ripest, prettiest, can’t-say-no-to fruit of the lot. They are the hypocrites who want the best of both worlds. And then as my colleague Tarun says: “Mature men don’t go for ‘bad girls’.” These are the ones that give gyaan on ‘responsibility’ and such like when they talk of ‘settling down’.
Unlike MJ, they aren’t man enough to say:
I’m Big, I’m Bad-
Come On
(Really, Really Bad)
You Know I’m Big, I’m Bad-
You Know It
(Really, Really Bad)
But they want the ‘bad girls’ to liven up their lives just before they settle to a life of unadulterated, blissful domesticity. Really in this day and age, is there such a categorisation of good and bad? Or do you just do it? You know, go for the kill?
Maybe it’s time they think beyond just sport (no, I don’t mean football) – the good, the bad and the ugly part of it. Be the metrosexual man and own up, step out of the closet and talk about what you really like about the ‘bad girls’ apart from the ‘fun’ part of it.
Tell us, if you have the… oh, never mind.
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