One-way Ticket to Fame

Yesterday, my friends and I decided to have a reunion of some kind; though I'm not exactly sure if I should still call it so because one arrived late and another bailed out, and there were only three of us who made it without lag. No decent movie was showing. We were left with choosing either a spoof about gnomes trying to become humans by adapting the roles of Shakespearean characters or two hours in a simulated courtroom-- and we all know how tricky to withstand that is unless Gaspard Ulliel was actually in the movie. It was a difficult decision so we opted for caffeine at noontime, which is just as rational as choosing any of those two movies.


Of course coffee isn't complete without the upholstery and the random conversations that last around three hours. At one point we began talking about the Reproductive Health bill and minors who engage in rather promiscuous acts of amore. We were so engrossed that I began to wonder if caffeine might be a hallucinogen that stimulates ideas of one gaining sociopsychological expertise.

I told them, "Isn't it that women are usually the ones remembered after gossip about a couple caught doing this and that comes out?"

It is quite unfortunate, isn't it? When a woman gets pregnant and she's not married yet (or worse, she hasn't even turned eighteen) the general public tends to focus all the negative energy on her, and the baby bump doesn't exactly help lessen the pressure. I've met people who had been under that circumstance and I catch the older generation talking about them sometimes. The disturbing fact is, they don't talk about the men who got the women  pregnant. Families of women who get pregnant are under all the stress that is supposed to be shared between the two parties in the first place. They have to spend for the needs of the baby. A woman can only be so fortunate if the man actually had the spine to support her, but from what I've heard, usually the man runs away to redeem himself as if he never had anything to do with her at all.

I remember the talk about a sex video that once circulated in school. It happened years before I entered high school but I can still name the girl involved. Yes, she was and still is famous, but no one ever mentioned the boy. I wonder why people prefer to remember the names of women rather than the identities of men. Is it because women are simply more interesting, or is it an issue of objectification, still?