Just the other night a friend, who was having a senseless tiff with her darling over a case of 'why doesn't he ever buy me anything without me asking him for it' situation, called me for a hearing shoulder to cry on.

Now on any other occasion where I was caught in a more private position, I would have been the fire-stone (batu api) bitch. I would have cheered her on with a 'you go girl, this kind of guy, you can sure f* him up when he gets back.'

As God would have had it, I was caught while sitting in a middle of a very horrible jam near the Rothmans roundabout, with a scowling boyfriend who was obviously fuming with anger at the non-moving crawl we were stuck in, and when my friend's distress call came a-beeping on the mobile, I ended up saying something more sensible like, 'Well hun, he CAN'T be as sensitive as we'd like him to be. I mean… if he were sensitive, he'd be a woman.'

So after a while, over-the-line hugs and it'll be okays done, I clicked the offline button and then Eric, nostrils flared up and voice gruff, said, 'How come you're not THAT sensible when we have our arguments.'

I was very very tempted to snarl at him to say, 'Oh well, that's cos you're a different kettle of fish, altogether', when then, I realised. Like oh yeah man. Did I just surpass myself or what?

So today I'd like to urge daughters, sisters, girlfriends and wives all over to remember this each time you start to think 'Why isn't he not sensitive to what I need?'

Here's the universal truth that you probably knew already deep inside, 'cept you didn't really have the guts to admit it, 'Oh well, hun, if he's sensitive, he'd be a woman.'

So there's that.