On Mark Zuckerberg And His 'Gift'.....

Did you know that Facebook enabled $227bn of economic impact and 4.5m jobs globally in 2014. Just 2014. Just Facebook. Please note this company has been in existence since 2004 so try and imagine the astronomical impact it has had in it's little over a decade on this planet.

Recently, it's founder announced that he was going to 'give' away 99% of his ownership in this phenomenal company to "charity" in a beautiful letter to his newborn child. To my shock, dismay and later horror, this was met with such incredulity. "He's giving away all of 99%?"  "The "charity" is an LLC, so it's not really charity!" He's evading tax! He's actually not giving anything away since he owns the damn LLC! 1% priviledge!  Eliticism! He's actually just "helping" himself!  These voices were loud enough to elicit an explanation from the man. *bangs head on table*

Go back up to the start of this rant and read Facebook's impact to the global economy. Mark in essence is doing enough. He unlike so many humans wasting precious oxygen is doing alot just by the mere existence of his company yet he wants to give more and he's met with criticism. Has humanity sank so low that we no longer recognize good?  For each naysayer, I wanted to ask; what have you done for this earth lately?! Are our ape brains just programmed to take, take, take that giving rouses suspicion. Have we not evolved as a species?

To Mark, I say. This species is basically a lost cause, take your hard earned cash and invest it in making Mars habitable. Maybe you can start a colony of evolved human beings there. Don't worry about neighbors or friends. I volunteer as tribute.

"God loves a cheerful giver!"

*Stats from Deloitte UK

#UgBloggers7Days Blog Post Numero Cinq: Dear Miss Rhimes.

Dear Miss Rhimes,

Sher here, avid (more like slightly obsessed) watcher of your shows ; Scandal and How To Get Away With Murder (Chile, that title is a mouthful! Why not something super short and sexy like Murder Inc?! No? Moving on then). I just finished watching the 3rd episode of that last one and now that my blood pressure has returned to normal, I have questions! Ohh so many! But you're a busy woman, producing 3 primetime shows is no mean feat so  I'mma let you finish but I have 3 questions that I gotta ask. (See what I did there?) Then I can live.


Question one: The HAIR. Olivia Pope and Michaela Pratt hair (Annalise is wearing a wig. Nobody got time for that). How do they get that hair? It is not fair for you to send  perfectly laid hair our way without telling us how it got that way. Yet you are fully aware that the black woman's number one struggle is hair! Miss Rhimes,Where is the Olivia Pope hair blog? We need tutorials. We need product reviews. We need Olivia Pope and Michaela Pratt hair!! Perfectly layed like goddess hair.

I need this magic spell! I have suspicions that the secret ingredient is newborn tears. That hair is coiffed!! Damn!!

Question two:Side Piece Activity! Why Miss Rhimes?! Why this bad behaviour?! Miss Pope is a side chick and Ms.Analisse has nookie on the side. Why? We black women are not about that life, are we? That can't be the co-curricular activity that the ONLY black female leads in a primetime show can do. How about psycho serial killer? I see Annalise pulling that off superbly. She's the pro at getting away with murder. Something for you to think about.

Annalise,Ms.Pope,Enough!

Question three: The Oreo Situation. Miss Rhimes,I love that you are bringing diversity to our screens daily. Love it. Absolutely. But (very big but) there's such a thing as diversity overkill *side eye at Glee*

Olivia's first love interest was white. We said OK, lovely, how cute, very fresh. Then you threw in a black dude who didn't last 2 seconds (Poor Edison. Didn't have chance with his big Ole ring. Olivia's a fool.) Then came another white dude. Ahh more diversity. We're cool. It's alright. Then came Annalise and you gave her a white husband?! Why Shonda?! Why?! Is this a theme? Am I missing something here? 

Hmmmnn

And then you went and made Michaela's fiance a down-low dude! Why Miss Rhimes?Why don't you let these women prosper in the love Olympics struggle? We can't win in real life and you're taking it away on TV too. No. We can't have this. Look into your heart and have a storyline where a black woman is happily married. She may kill people for fun in her spare time, have a gambling addiction, be a pimp. But for God's sake let her win at love!  

Miss Rhimes

Bisous.

#UgBloggers7Days Blog Post Numero Quatre: On Sex and the City...

I met (let's call him Jake)a couple of months back and  we'd been doing the should we, shouldn't we dance for awhile. You know, you like a guy but it's still very murky waters in terms of where this "thing" is so your hot for him and you'd let him do anything and everything except it. "It" is for people who you're dating. Exclusively.

So I go out with Jake, New Years night. See, so undefined! I don't even know whether it's a date or not. He just says, "hey come lets hang" and there I go. Short skirt, red lipstick and that delicious strawberry mist he loves. Tottering on heels that'll break my legs if I miss a
step.

But I really like Jake and it's New Years. We kiss at midnight. Ring in 2014. We drive around,  house party one is a bust. We leave. Club Amoeba. His friends are here. We have a little competition at the entrance; who has the best Fred Astaire jump. I win. The one wearing heels. One drink and we're gone. House party two, how come there so many house parties on new years? More drinks, we dance. We dance alot. Intoxicated. High off each other,liquid happiness and prospects of a new year,a clean slate.Hopes of prosperity. It's a good high. Everyone's leaving now.

Jake goes to the car. Lights a J, calls me. I'm still dancing. Gosh,I love dancing. I go to the car. All the windows up, he's hotboxed the car. I get in. A waft of the good herb hits me. He passes the J over and starts the car. He thinks its good night to show me the hand brake turn. See this is when you deliberately  turn sharply reversing the direction of a vehicle by speedily applying the handbrake while turning the steering wheel. I think to myself, we are
going to die. But I don't care. Live fast , die young right. That's the thing about Jake, my demons are friends with his. They dance and call this chaos we create home. I really should not like Jake. But I do.

Jake is driving to his apartment, windows up and we're singing(more like shouting) along to Power Trip-J.Cole and suddenly the car is spinning and I'm screaming on top of my voice,this feels like an orgasm. He spins the car again, I throw my hands in the air cause I see it coming this time and it feels like floating . I turn to look at him and he's looking at me, smiling, awed. We just died.

We get to his apartment. He turns on his big TV and sits, smoking a cigarette. Time to serenade the king.

Disclaimer: This is fiction. New style of writing meant for a commercial project I'm working on. Yay/Nay?! Let me know in the comments.

Tiger mom..Yes,please!

Hiya dolls,

There's been alot of debate online about parenting because of Amy Chua's book The battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother. Most people are shocked and bewildered by the strict and tough upbringing she has apparently put her through. I laughed out loud when I read what most Americans and Europeans are calling tough. Perhaps, I should convince my mother to write a book. Now that will be a real Battle Hymn. It has whips, lashes and a whole assortment of treatment which if repeated would simply land her in jail in a country like the states.

But am not complaining, in fact kudos to her. I have turned out alright (Government scholarship for University-check. Completion of said university-check. Job even before graduating-check) Not to say that this is the basis of whether one is on the right path but at least I have alot am proud of. And no, am not contemplating suicide because of the harsh memories I have. I have a pretty balanced social life. Good relationships all round. So I believe i have turned OK. And i have no one but my mother to thank. For every lash, every harsh word, every thing that even I sometimes thought was borderline torture.

And so have the tiger cubs (Tiger mother's children). Check out the youngest's blog here. Well rounded child I must say.

And yes, like my mum..I am not going to spare the rod.

xoxo

Of stretch marks and crazy brides...

Hiya Dolls,

Being preggo has brought on a few perks but it has also come with an avalanche of problems. My biggest is the stretch marks(am vain so sue me!). Anyhow, I knew the damage was bad but it didn't really sink in till the boy(I think we should start calling him the dad/baby daddy? Yes? No?) decided to make me stand in front of a lamp and scrutinize me for minutes on end. He was amazed at how much my body has transformed in such a short period of time but he was really shocked by the stretch marks. Understatement of the year-he was more in horror than shock!but am still in denial so i can't admit it. Weeps silently! Am all for loving your body,faults and all but lately when I look in the mirror I see an alien and this frightens me. I am worried about how I will look when it's all done, will I still love me. Too much to think about(sigh!!). But apparently when I see my little bundle of joy, it wont matter. But I want her(I don't know the sex but am rooting for a girl so we'll call it a she) to have a pretty confident mummy. So I went online to hunt for a cheap practical solution to my dilemma. Well, all I can tell you is that short of laser skin resurfacing(which is both quite expensive and unavailable in Uganda) there's not much I can do. I know most of you are screaming bio-oil..but trust me dolls. It doesn't work. But I wonder, will I at some point outgrow them. HELP!!

In other news, there's this show starting on the style network about brides competing for their dream plastic surgery procedures. Crazy,ain't it! Check it out here. Which begs the question, Would you? I wanna know what you dolls think. Me, I'd never. Am a big fat chicken! Too scared of going under the knife just for looks.

Feels good to be back.
xoxo

Google wins?!

In other news;

I have gained 12kg (25 pounds!! Gasp!)

*Quietly weeps...heads to corner and slits wrist*

I have dropped out of Eaccos. I hate the tutor. I now have to content with my level 1 certificate.

FML

Update;

I made a boo boo at work...seriously, this day can't get any worse! Am going home straight from here. I don't want to tempt fate into being cruel any further.

Lets talk about sex..Part 2 (Advanced Masturbation!)

Ola dolls,

So I have been asking around about sex and I landed on this hot cake of a topic.

What do you guys think about sex without a condom? According to one of my friends (male, I need to specify) thinks you have not had sex until it is without a condom. Apparently, sex with a condom is advanced masturbation! Then I remembered an advert that was on TV awhile ago about a man who had refused to use condoms. His reason was why would one eat a sweet while the wrapper is still on. I was baffled. Do people no longer fear AIDS and other STI's? Unplanned pregnancies? Have we gotten so comfortable with the idea of ARV's and cocktails of other drugs as well as abortions?

And whose responsibility is that the there is a condom during proceedings? Is it the girl, the boy? It's a jungle out here. Am thinking we as women should make it our duty that there's an "umbrella" cause am sure the effects of unprotected sex affect us the worst. But then the story of the girl who was dumped because her fiance thought she was promiscuous for having condoms in her bag comes to mind. What to do? Am going to ask the boy about this.

xoxo

On homosexuality...

Ola loves,

For all my being informed and being online each day, I only just recently saw Ssempa's (the "Pastor") eat da poo poo YouTube video (am not including a link for you dolls, I will not add to the virality of that video). I was first amused..then horrified. Why,why,why is this man so ignorant so much so that he wants to advertise the fact. I have always stayed away from this topic because this blog is not a social commentary, it's just a log of my life. But this has finally infuriated me enough to write about it because this affects my life.

One of my closest friends is gay. He came out to me about 2 years ago. His reason, apparently am liberal thinking(according to him). I was appalled. I was shocked. I was in denial. But as I took a taxi home that night, I thought who am I to judge him, am not God. I read the Bible and it clearly condemns homosexuality but this is the same Bible in which the same God killed thousands upon thousands of Egyptian first born CHILDREN!(Discussion for another day) So I choose not to judge him. He is a wonderful person and the fact that he's gay does not affect his personality in any way.

But on to the real reason for this post. When he came out to me,he was dating a lovely young unsuspecting girl. I couldn't have this. Of course I understood why he was doing this, he is straight acting. But if he was going to lead a certain lifestyle, he was not allowed to use anyone to cover for him as long as he was my friend. So I managed to convince him to leave her. Am sure this was a kinder fate than finding out her dear beloved was screwing dudes on the side.

Before he came out to me , I thought they were like 10 gay men in kampala(Yes loves,am naive like that sometimes) But since then I have found out that no,they are not 10...they are not 100 either, they are thousands. They are my friends,my acquaintances,my relatives, my workmates. They are all around me. From all walks of life,the very rich to the dirt poor, the expatriate to the school teacher. And no, they are not deviants,they are normal people like me and you.

But what frightened me the most, is that alarmingly a good number of them are boyfriends to women, husbands to women and fiances to women. Yes, am talking to you wife out there. African americans have a term for this, they are men on the down low! Yes people, men(and such a big number of them you would not sleep well if you found out how many) are on the down low. And I don't blame them, I would also do the same in their position. But then when I think about my friends, my sister, my aunts, even my unconceived girls...am horrified of the thought that one of them might end up with men like this. And who do I blame for this..the Martin Ssempa's of this world.

So to Mr Ssempa (am hoping he reads this someday) I ask, one day your daughter(am assuming he has one) will bring a man home as her husband, and funny enough this man will be a closeted homosexual(yes, those people who eat da poo poo albeit in hiding). Who will you blame? The people you have stupidly brain washed to hate him so much so he has to hide what he truly is, the cruel government policies that you supported so vibrantly that have forced him into acting like he has a disease he should be ashamed of, the God you serve for playing such a cruel and nasty joke on you, or you for your sheer and plain ignorance and stupidity?

Mr Ssempa, whatever your doing now is going to come back to bite you in the ass. (Pun seriously not intended!)

And the fat lady sang....

Hey dolls,

It's been awhile since I last blogged and trust me contrary to popular belief it's not about a lack of things to blog about,it's just that too much has been happening and I got caught up in it all. So here are the updates;

Firstly, am still a temp (sucks, right?! I know) but a happy temp nonetheless. Well, there's a lot of bottlenecks to my becoming permanent and it's taking awhile to remove them. Am happy cause all my friends are helplessly pounding the streets of kampala in search for jobs where they'll pay them a fraction of what I earn as a temp!! Forgive me,I have to gloat.

Secondly, I finally got round to actually signing up for linux training. I gave up trying to learn it on my own. I wont lie, it's boring. so now everyday from 6pm to 9pm am in a little class east of this town trying to get my open source on! I fully intend to finish and actually do the LPI exams (God forbid this goes down the ORACLE way, the certification I trained for but didn't actually do the exams for!)

Thirdly, no thirdly..same ol same ol. No wait ..there is a third. I finally got round to actually getting a business partner and we are starting our very own computer company. We want to focus on network solutions but since we're just starting out, we're beginning with servicing contracts. Momma is indeed a hustler!

Oh and lastlty...unfortunately..i grew older..been on this earth for 22 years. Have nothing to show for it though! Oh and I survived the effin blast. Scared about where this country is headed. just have to wait and see. The bit about the fat lady...I've gained an enormous amount of weight..I feel fat!! Not happy about that one. :(

Ciao,
xoxo

Guess who's back?!

Hi dolls,
My brief sojourn into extreme reading that led to my brief abandonment of you ,my loves has ended(Mercifully!) I am now in that awkward phase between college and the real life(whatever that is).
A lot is going at the moment(am a fire starter, baby). Firstly,am trying to decide which direction my life is going to take and it is not easy. I have a lot of ideas storming my head on a regular and it is becoming to hard to figure out which is reasonable,uber cool or down right unreasonable. All I know is the thought of not reading for an exam for at least a year has got me on an endomorphin high!

On the down side, I have just been made to realize that life can be tough in this dirt poor but virginal and full of promise country. Salary is not enough to even get by. Most of the people I thought had it all are apparently living their "african dream" on loans. A very scary thought. But am happy I have realized this early enough. My inner hustler has been reborn and re-baptized..back with a vengeance!

Watch out people...AM GOING TO CONQUER THE WORLD.

GAGA!!!!!!!

Hi dolls,

For some reason, I believe work and school has really lowered my IQ! Repeateadly doing dull mundane tasks on a daily basis is really mind numbing. The result of all this, i have resorted to plagiarism. But dont worry dolls,am only getting good stuffs like this article about lady Gaga who am currently obsessed with (The shoes she wore to the grammy's were the first picture I posted to this blog!).

Since its release almost two weeks ago, “Telephone” has had over 22 million views on YouTube and has become an Internet sensation. With “Telephone” Gaga, as always, has taken performance to the next level.

In a jet-lagged state, I watched it over and over. Sleep deprivation made the prison dance montages, lesbian make-outs, cigarette sunglasses and images of poisoned diner food interspersed with Americana feel like I was in an alternate universe. Gaga saturates her videos with graphic imagery that is simultaneously repulsive and aesthetically fascinating. There is shock value and beauty and ambiguity all in one 10-minute segment. Classic Gaga.

2009 was Gaga’s year. She blasted to fame, won a slew of Grammys, Teen Choice Awards and MTV Video Music Awards and sold over 8 million albums to boot.

Truth is, her music is pretty unremarkable: If Kelly Clarkson had produced “Poker Face,” it would have been a dud. Most of the awards she wins are for her videos and performances, not her lyrics.

Why do we love her so? She is the whole package — glamour, pop, scandal, fashion and rumor — in one tiny 5-foot-4-inch, 23-year-old form. She walks off airplanes in absurd architectural costumes, creates 10-minute-long high-concept videos laced with powerful Warholian imagery and doesn’t debunk rumors like “does she have a dick?” No one, not even David Bowie, does glamour and celebrity like Gaga.

Lady Gaga proved to be the Steve Jobs and Mark Zuckerberg of pop music all in one. She is a tycoon — redefining glamour, challenging convention and getting up in your face — she has made millions on the back of it. And that’s what makes her such a trailblazer.

The Tisch dropout is an ultra-savvy media manipulator engaged in an elaborate and complex project to re-glamorize the pop star. None of that is readily evident in her actual songs. But that might be part of the point. Regardless of whether you buy her pop-intelligence, you can’t deny that “Gaga” genius in one important sense. Timeless branding of things we don’t usually brand.

From dangling on stage in La Perla lingerie as fake blood gushes from her breast to wearing an orbiting head dress to an award show, every appearance she makes is worthy of the front page. Her image sells, whether you revere it or find it pretentious.

Virgin Mobile, Diet Coke, Wonder Bread, Polaroid and the dating Web site Plentyoffish.com all recognize this; the flagrancy of product placement in “Telephone” is almost distracting. How many other artists have companies vying for them to put arsenic in their Miracle Whip?

Let’s compare Gaga to someone even more successful in 2009: Taylor Swift, who made $18 million last year according to Forbes estimates and was listed by Nielsen SoundScan as the top-selling digital artist in music history. They are a bit different, you might say. Swift is the girl next door. Gaga is your parents’ worst nightmare. Gaga makes music videos with graphic death imagery. Swift sings songs about teen love and being “15.”

Parents love Swift because she spews morals they deem good for their daughters. They see her as a responsible big sister. The most controversial thing she did last year was host “Saturday Night Live” (and she was amazing). The least controversial thing Gaga did was meet the Queen of England in a red leather dress.

Admittedly, the pop stars have some similarities. Like Gaga’s music, the world could do without Swift’s. Swift’s career is based on a particular image and branding — tapping into the tween scene in a way that would make Britney circa 1997 drool. She has become the celebrity face of l.e.i jeans and Wal-Mart, and many companies are vying for her as well.

But Swift’s brand is a ticking time bomb. As we know all too well from the Spears, Aguilera, Moore, Simpson battle of the 90s, the girl next-door image has an expiration date. She turns 21 this December. Soon America will not buy into lyrics like “she’s cheer captain and I’m on the bleachers.” As precedent shows, she will either fade into obscurity or have to rebrand herself as a young sexually empowered woman, singing songs like “Dirrty” or “I’m a Slave 4 U,” struggling to find a new niche.

Gaga will not face the perils of musical puberty. As far as we are concerned, Gaga doesn’t have an age, sex or “innocent” thought in her body. Her burlesque film neon/noir videos might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but we have never seen anything like her. She is a novelty and will continue to be controversial, shocking us with images we seldom face in mainstream culture, like Butch lesbians and non-heteronormative sexuality. And power to her.

As Gaga said in an interview with Ellen DeGeneres, her music and performance is “all about letting people who don’t fit in know that someone out there is fine with who they are.” I guess America is a country of freaks then, and it is Gaga’s genius for getting us to embrace it — while making millions in the process.

The Racism of King Kong

"In all three film versions of the basic story, we are led to believe that Kong regularly feasts on native girls. Female human sacrifice is how the locals appease him. Then, in each re-telling, he is transformed from mindless, blood-thirsty carnivore to smitten, suicidal love monkey by a skinny, blonde-haired white girl (Fay Wray, Jessica Lange, Naomi Watts). Given this behavioral trend, it is my contention that King Kong would eat Halle Berry. This troubles me deeply and I wanted to share it with you."

From one of my favorite writers,Chuck Lorre.

Good Vs Evil...Amin Vs Gandhi!

Hi y'all,

So everyday in the morning when i get to work, I have a ritual. Take a cup of hot coffee concetrate( Don't judge, if you have to start work at 7 am you would be seriously hooked as well!) Go through all my mail;outlook,yahoo,facebook. Check my twitter for updates from the people/organisations that i follow (Twitter is the shits!!)And finally go through my favourite sites(Fmylife,postsecret,textsfromlastnight,oddee)so i dont doze off as i carry on with this mundane shit i call work.

And guess what i find today, a foosball(foosball being the only football I can stand!LOL) table which has a ugandan character!! And it's not just any table, its an EVIL VS GOOD table just so you can have a kick(no pun intended) kicking(now am starting to rhyme!) the evil guys' asses! So, guess on which team the Ugandan was playing and which ugandan he is!! You are all gonna die when i tell you. It is our very own Idi Amin Dada!! And ofcourse he's on the evil team in between Hitler and Jack the Ripper! The actual line up for both teams is;On the team of Evil XI we have: Pot, Lucifer, Calgula, Ripper (as in Jack), Impaler (as in Vlad the), Hitler, Macbeth (as in Lady), Hyde, Klebb (as in Rosa), Amin, Catcher (as in the Child). Playing for Good XI we have: Claus (as in Santa), More (as in Sir Thomas), Moore (as in Bobby), Gordon (as in Flash), Robin (as in Christopher),God, Assisi, Jekyll, Poppins, Teresa, M.K. Gandhi.Only 20 of these were made and they retail for a whopping 14,500 pounds!! Am already imagining Amin legging it with Gandhi or even God!! Cool stuff! If I could afford it,I'd seriously buy this table. Is it me or there is seriously no better way to commemorate this dude?!

Hallelujah..

Hi dolls,
Suffering from mild depression at the moment so i have nothing witty or funny to write.
Love is when you dare to reveal yourself fully. I dared, I was torn to shreds, now am hurt. But I believe this too shall pass. Either to make us stronger or to make me stronger.

For now i can't stop listening to this song by leonard Cohen.

I heard there was a secret chord
that david played and it pleased the lord
but you don't really care for music, do you
well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth
the minor fall and the major lift
the baffled king composing hallelujah

hallelujah...

well your faith was strong but you needed proof
you saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah

hallelujah...

baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and i've walked this floor
I used to live alone before i knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
but love is not a victory march
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

hallelujah...

well there was a time when you let me know
what's really going on below
but now you never show that to me do you
but remember when i moved in you
and the holy dove was moving too
and every breath we drew was hallelujah

well, maybe there's a god above
but all i've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
it's not a cry that you hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

hallelujah...

I need to get me some wheels.

Hi dolls,
I've always wondered what the big deal is about having a car. In most cases, the first purchase after most people get a job is a car. Funnier still is that fact that most girls (the ones i know anyway) would never dare to date a guy who doesn't have a car! This has always left me puzzled till ofcourse the beginning of this year, when I joined the reat of the crazy Ugandan car wanting population .But dont judge me yet, i dont want the said car as a symbol of social status(though my inner diva is blushing at this gross misrepresentation!) or whatever else you might be thinking. I am a pretty down to earth babe, I can jump on a boda boda in broad daylight, hop into a taxi, anything transportwise i can do( I draw the line at bicycles!).
But lately, this whole helmet wearing business has just turned my once lovely boda boda experience in a nightmare. And for some reason, I find it hard to sit in a taxi for more than 10 minutes!(even just the thought makes me nauseous!)so the solution to my problems is evidently a car.And am not picky. Am not looking for a fancy car (right!) but any car as long as it works. Even the tiniest starlet would make me happy.
Unfortunately for me, I don't have the money to buy even the most basic of cars and even i could save my meagre earnings(which i can't) It would take me atleast 2 years(hoping inflation is not affecting car prices,which it is). So what does a 21year old girl in my situation do? Go off to find the next available rich man's bed to hop into?(I will not deny that this thought has crossed my mind)
Truly,I dont know what am going to do to get this car. But i believe that what the mind can conceive,the body can achieve. So now am off to see how am going to come up with the 7 million required to buy that little car in picture.

Wish me luck dolls(seriously!)

Washing your man's underwear!!!!

Hi dolls,
Me and my girls are having an argument about how far you can go with submissiveness. The bar has beeen placed at washing your man's underwear(man being someone you are having a seriously committed relationship with..not a fuck buddy!) So far, the traditionalists are saying that you have to do whatever it takes to keep your man including doing odd things such as kneeling,washing underwear,saying thank you for sex...e.t.c
The modern independent girls are saying no way hose...never in their right minds would they bend so low for any man and if he even dared to ask for such things...then he can go cheat for all they care ( God riddance to bad rubbish anyway!!).
Me, I dont know..I think their is a level of bending low i can go to..but not to keep you..just to show my dedication and love for you. But washing underwear...Hell NO!!!!!

What say you dolls??