Not long ago, anything to do with the word sex (yes that prohibited three-letter-word SEX) was as much a taboo as was the mention of Voldermort in the Harry Potter movies. And then came the little city of hope, love, honey and money — a city that we call the Hitech City. Suddenly, the era of darkness seemed to have ended — and life for women never looked cooler… or let me say, sexier.
I have had the privilege of working with men who loved displaying their machismo in public. Apart from the regular office banter, it was alright for him to talk about how sexy a certain colleague looked, how he fancied her, or what colour made her a few degrees hotter etc, etc. The rule for us women was unspoken, unwritten and different of course. After all, what kind of a woman is she who talks sex, or admires another man in public? Well, that is the kind that I fancy writing about. By no means am I advocating a ruthless display of sexual fantasies like some men do, but I believe that it is time now that the men accepted the changing times as much as they accept the changing time-zones at office.
It is not the end of mankind… in this case womankind, if we were to admire a male counterpart, or use the word sex in our daily parlance. It is by no means a reflection of our personalities, or a proposition we are dying to make. It is just a sign of a free-spirited woman who believes that the man she is talking to is as civilised as herself. Accept it dear men, that sex is not a patented word, and we have no problems using it as much as you do. Sex, sex, sex, sex — now how many times was that?