Justice Exists!

Driving in Colombo can be tedious for lady drivers

By The Incurable Romantic

I drive. Every morning I get into my car and bravely deal with awful peak hour traffic jams. The challenges are many; starting with the badly coordinated traffic lights from Rajagiriya to Horton Place. Many times I have just missed being rammed by a mad bus driver and for the moment I have been lucky.

Worse, the male drivers, who persist in horning, overtaking me to just stick their cars in front of mine or if I happen to make eye contact, I have had to stare blankly at knowing smiles, angry looks, lip licking, sometimes even a nasty flying kiss…

Recently, I was late for a meeting and at the Thimbirigasyaya round about, a cop hailed me. To make a long story short, he asked me for my phone number and thanks to some presence of mind, I invented a great one.

Women are more careful

The irony of all this is that if you call any garage and ask how many male drivers have brought their cars for repairs and how many ladies have crashed theirs, the answer will always be the same, the women are more careful and more men come in with smashed buffers and other problems.

So what’s there really to be proud off? Is ruining million rupee cars such a cool thing? Well as long as there is insurance, a car can be patched up, but what if you hit a human being?

I have been profoundly shocked by the macho and reckless attitude of men regarding women drivers and nothing beats the ex, who used to physically cringe, and close his eyes whenever I attempted to turn the key in his car for whom he obviously had strong feelings…!

Manly strength is often portrayed on television dramas or in the cinema with violent car chases, the use of women as brainless objects, basically they make the call about everything and great guys just don’t seem very fashionable anymore.

So what a sigh of relief when I switched on (by mistake) cable TV and found myself completely hypnotised by a new show on HBO called Hung which in slang means having large genitals for males. I am just clarifying the vocabulary because I somehow feel that the older generation may think I am talking about “hanging a painting” or a “hangover” or the past tense of “to hang”. Well anyway, now that the terminology issue is cleared back to business.

The series is about Ray Drecker, a former high school sports legend who just wasn’t good enough to make it big and ended up coaching High School Basketball and teaching history to uninterested teenagers. He is divorced and has two children who live with his re-married neurotic ex wife. Ray’s family mansion in which he lives in, is destroyed by a fire and Ray is unable to pay for the repairs, the mortgage and the utility bills.

Bank on his best asset

He decides to bank on his best asset and becomes a male prostitute with a little help from a failed poetess called Tania. Of late television serials have become more interesting and better scripted than feature films, often tackling themes which are rarely seen in the cinema.

Thomas Jane plays Ray and I am officially a fan! Take a look at the opening credits and you will understand why.

True, he is rather attractive and has a great physique but for the first time on television, I am watching an insufferable hero gradually transform himself into a better human being by becoming a male prostitute with a female pimp!

Truly Hung is like a breath of fresh air. While our husbands, boyfriends and ex’s may have resorted to, “dot.com sites, web porn” and other methods to forget their sad married lives and the terrible, awful women they tied the knot with, we can switch on HBO for one hour and enjoy a man who will never be ours but yet provide us with intense pleasure and laughter!

So Hoorah to  Hung and guys this one is not for you.