Relationships - then and now?

   

"Modern relationships: where emojis speak louder than words, and love is a dance of swipes and status updates."

The Beginning 

Ah, the profound mysteries of relationships – a journey that started with prehistoric grunts and evolved into the intricate dance of emojis and social media statuses. Picture early man, probably pointing at someone across the cave and thinking, "You. Me. Ugh. Together?" And voila, the first unofficial Tinder swipe was born.

In the dawn of civilization, relationships were like bartering for resources. The most robust, resource-laden dude in the tribe got the pick of the cave. But then, one cunning cavewoman must have thought, "What if I put a lock on this prime real estate and made him bring me berries every day?" And just like that, marriage was born – the OG real estate deal with a side of berries.

Fast forward to the Greeks, those philosophers were the OG relationship counselors. "Marry a good woman, live like a saint. Marry anyone else, start pondering the meaning of life." It's like they had an early version of Tinder bios – "Seeking good woman for eternal bliss, must enjoy long walks and discussing the meaning of existence."

And then there's that gem about God creating the universe and man, but when it came to women, neither God nor man got a break. It's like a celestial mic drop moment – relationships are hard work, folks, even for the Almighty.

But let's not forget the Middle Ages, where chivalry was in, and courtship involved serenading from beneath a castle window. Ah, simpler times, when wooing didn't involve swiping left or right but rather a sweet lute solo and a knight in shining armor risking dragon-induced indigestion for love.

Now, in the modern era, we've traded lutes for dating apps and serenades for witty pickup lines. Relationships have become a virtual rollercoaster, and the question remains: who complicated it all? Was it women conspiring for more berries, or was it just the universe's way of keeping God and man on their toes?

In the end, as the wise philosophers would say, the journey of relationships is like a never-ending quest for the perfect cave with the perfect Wi-Fi signal – a pursuit filled with laughter, tears, and the occasional existential crisis. Ah, love – the eternal enigma that keeps philosophers pondering and humans swiping.

What or Who Messed it up?

Oh, the good ol' days when love was as simple as a caveman tap on the head and a swift departure. Now we've got Europeans and Americans complicating things with their fancy notions of gentlemen, treating ladies with respect, and heaven forbid, chivalry. What happened to the good old days of dueling with a competitor to prove your love? Ah, the sweet smell of danger and romance in the air.

But no, now we're stuck with St. Valentine's Day, the granddaddy of all relationship expectations. Thanks to that little cherub, the concept of love turned into a billion-dollar industry. Gentlemen and ladies are manufactured like products on an assembly line, and romance is scripted like a Hollywood blockbuster.

And if Jesus Christ were around today, imagine the dating challenges he'd face. "Turn the other cheek" takes on a whole new meaning in the era of business dates, blind dates, one night stands, and friends with benefits. Forget miracles; he'd need a manual for navigating modern relationships.

Social media, dating apps, and the never-ending parade of fake profiles and filtered photos. Because who needs authenticity when you can have a perfectly curated version of yourself on Instagram? And don't even get me started on TikTok – where dance moves replace meaningful conversation, and true love is measured in likes and follows.

In the grand scheme of things, we've evolved from simple caveman interactions to a bewildering array of relationship options. So, cheers to the complexity of modern love – may your swipes be right, your duels be metaphorical, and your St. Valentine's Day expectations as high as the Eiffel Tower. Welcome to the circus of romance, where the only certainty is uncertainty.

Modern Dating

Ah, modern dating, the thrilling game of life where you're not just looking for a partner, but a walking checklist of qualifications. It's like applying for a job, but instead of submitting a resume, you present your credentials in the form of the 4 C's: Cash, credit card, Condo, and Car. Because nothing says "love" like a well-furnished apartment and a gold-plated credit card.

And let's not forget the meticulous scrutiny of physical attributes – height, weight, diet – because clearly, a successful relationship hinges on maintaining a BMI that would make a supermodel jealous. It's like we're auditioning for a reality show called "America's Next Top Life Partner."

Are you modern with traditional values or traditional with modern values? It's the existential question that keeps us up at night. Do you prefer texting your affections or expressing love through carrier pigeons? Decisions, decisions.

But hold on, once you manage to tick all the boxes, congratulations! You're now on probation. Welcome to the relationship audition phase, where every word and action is under surveillance. Forget privacy; your love life is now a public spectacle subject to the approval of a committee of friends and family.

And let's not ignore the fact that women are apparently the queens of choosiness. Access to their hearts is like winning the lottery – rare, difficult, and subject to terms and conditions that rival the fine print of a phone contract.

But fear not! In this age of advanced technology, you can use AI to predict your astrological compatibility or run a scientific test to determine if you meet the requirements. Because who needs romance when you can have a data-driven relationship, right?

In the end, modern dating feels like a heart-wrenching soap opera with more twists and turns than a roller coaster – and it's not clear if it will ever reach a finale. Grab your popcorn; this show's got more episodes than a daytime drama!

Modern Marriage

Ah, modern marriage, the ultimate rollercoaster where men thought they were steering the ship, only to discover they're just passengers on a journey called "Who Holds the Remote Control." Gone are the days of cavemen simplicity; now we navigate the complex maze of relationships where men control the marriage, and women control the grand exit strategy – divorce.

Picture this: one day you wake up thinking you're the captain of your matrimonial ship, only to realize you're more like the deckhand while she's the admiral of the fleet. And beware, because she can decide that marriage is so last season and exit stage left, taking you for a financial spin courtesy of the judiciary, legislature, media, and executive – the ultimate squad goals.

Gone are the times when cavemen just grunted and dragged their partners to the cave; now, it's a sophisticated dance where men are scrutinized for their ROI (Return on Investment). It's a business transaction, my friend, and your partner is not just bringing herself to the table – she's bringing a whole checklist of dreams, fantasies, and aspirations that need to be funded by your hard-earned cash.

Oh, and let's not forget the approval process. While you scramble to impress her friends and family, she's making sure you're financially fit for her dreams. Because in this modern marriage circus, her money is hers, and your money is... well, still hers. You can be the chivalrous gentleman, ready to lay down your life for the greater good of mankind and society, but at the end of the day, you're just an ATM with a heart. Good luck affording her dreams and desires – the cost of love these days, my friend, is steeper than ever.

Relationships - Marriage, Dating, Courtship

Ah, relationships, dating, marriage – the Bermuda Triangle of modern existence. It's like entering a zone where logic, reason, and sanity mysteriously disappear, never to be seen again. You navigate the treacherous waters of love, only to find yourself shipwrecked on the shores of divorce. It's the ultimate adventure, complete with emotional whirlpools and commitment quicksands.

And who are the wise counselors in this chaotic journey? Why, it's the relationship gurus who have never set foot in the labyrinth of love, offering pearls of wisdom like they've discovered the secret to the universe. "Just communicate," they say, as if solving the mysteries of the Sphinx were as easy as sending a well-worded text. Oh, the simplicity of it all!

Then there are those who sell dreams of the perfect date, the perfect marriage, the perfect universe – basically, the perfect everything. It's like living in a rom-com on steroids, where every moment is a fairy tale and real-life struggles are replaced by Instagram-worthy montages. Because who needs authenticity when you can have a curated illusion?

But let's not forget the stakeholders, each with their own agenda, ringing the relationship bells like they're playing a twisted game of cat and mouse. And in this Pandora's box of emotions, everyone's got their reasons for pushing their version of the truth.

So, here we are, standing at the crossroads, wondering if there's a middle ground for all. A place where relationships aren't a constant rollercoaster of emotions, and love isn't a mythical creature only seen in the twilight zone. But as we ponder the solution, one thing is clear – in the Bermuda Triangle of relationships, finding that middle ground is like trying to catch a greased-up cat. Good luck to us all!

Feminism - Women power

 

Introduction

Ah, welcome to the "Gods Conference: Showing Off Our Creations" extravaganza, where the divine beings gather to flaunt their handiwork. But wait, what's this? Mrs. God has decided to shake things up by nominating a woman to represent humanity. Cue the applause, folks!

And here comes the introduction of the modern woman: "Women power! Gender equality! We can do anything men can do... and better!" Oh, the male gods are exchanging confused glances like they just stumbled into a cosmic comedy show. "Uh, what just happened?" they mutter to each other, realizing they might've underestimated their spouses' choices.

Meanwhile, the female gods are sitting there, smirking like they've just pulled off the divine prank of the millennium. "Look at those poor clueless guys," they whisper among themselves, reveling in the chaos they've caused. Oh, the drama of celestial politics. It's like a sitcom with lightning bolts.

Gender Equality

Ah, behold the spectacle! The male gods, in their infinite wisdom, must be shaking their heads in disbelief as they witness the masterpiece of Mr. God unfold before them. His so-called "piece de resistance" leaves his face pale, and his wife can barely contain her amusement at the mess he's made. Meanwhile, the women gods are all too eager to seize control, instigating discussions about gender equality and women empowerment.

Ah, yes, according to the human representative, it's high time for women to take the reins. After all, we women are the architects of the rules, terms, and conditions of interaction—and we have no qualms about breaking them. Let the men handle the tough and dangerous jobs while we enjoy the cushy and fun ones. Men, bless their hearts, are expendable, created solely to provide and protect. Sacrificing their lives for the greater good? Oh, that's just part of the grand scheme of things. Meanwhile, we women continue to bring forth life because, well, someone's got to do it.

But should men and women compete together? Absolutely! And if men graciously lose to women, well, that's just chivalry, isn't it? After all, it's high time they prove it isn't dead and embrace their inner gentlemen. And as for drafting women into combat roles? Oh, heavens no! Who will take care of the children and keep the life forms thriving? Certainly not us women, busy as we are running the show.

Accountability with responsibility? Oh, we women will gladly take the responsibility and enjoy all the perks and benefits that come with it, while the men can handle the accountability. As for equal pay and opportunities? Yes, of course—so long as it benefits us women. After all, for centuries, men have had their turn at the wheel. Now it's our time to shine, showcasing our physical, mental, and emotional superiority.

Ah, the tables have turned indeed. It's a brave new world, and the gods must be rolling their eyes in disbelief. But hey, who said equality couldn't be a little fun?

The Dating Game

Oh, the melodrama of love in the modern age! The goddess of love must be rolling her eyes so hard, she's practically spinning in her celestial throne. "What about her job?" she muses, as if a little thing like career aspirations could ever compete with the almighty power of love. And poor Eros, clutching his bow and arrow like they're going out of style. What's he going to do if women start declaring they're perfectly content without men? Probably start a side gig as a relationship counselor, I'd wager.

And spare a thought for St. Valentine, whose funds are dwindling faster than you can say "roses are red." What's he going to tell Mrs. Valentine when she starts grilling him about their financial woes? "Sorry, dear, love isn't bringing in the dough like it used to." Yeah, good luck with that conversation.

But really, who's surprised? In this brave new world of equality and financial independence, love is just another transactional arrangement. Marriage? Oh, that's just a contract for men to foot the bill while women call the shots. No warranties included, of course. And don't even get me started on the elusive "good men" – they're either already hitched or meditating in the mountains of Tibet.

As for feminism, well, it's left everyone scratching their heads and scrolling through TikTok for answers. Where do we go from here? Who knows? Maybe the goddess of love needs to update her playbook for the 21st century. Or maybe we all just need to swipe left on the whole love and dating scene and focus on something more reliable – like chocolate. At least it never lets you down.

Future is a Mystery

Ah, Mrs. God, with her grand plan to rid the world of men for some elusive peace and order. How thoughtful. And Mr. God, looking on with a mixture of disbelief and amusement. Of course, he'd agree, wouldn't he? Happy wife, happy life, even if it means vanishing half the population.

But oh, the consequences! Thunderstorms and power outages, because who needs electricity when you've got rid of all the men who maintain it? No water, no transport, no gas, and definitely no internet to vent about the whole mess. And let's not forget about the food—no farmers, no transport, no supermarkets. But hey, who needs all that when you've got user manuals for infrastructure, right?

And the kicker? No more babies. Because, surprise, it takes two to tango. But Mrs. God isn't fazed. Scared? Nah, just a little blackmail from Mr. God. But nope, she's got it all under control. Who needs men anyway? They're just a nuisance, right?

So here's to a brave new world, folks. Enjoy your cable-less, transport-less, food-less existence. Who needs men when you've got... well, apparently, everything? Cheers to that.

Human Societies - Then and Now?

              Societies : an Overview

Ah, the saga of early societies – the epic tale of pre-humans evolving from awkward small groups into the first societies, somewhere in the vast mystery of Central Asia, Africa, or Central Europe... or maybe all three, because, you know, historical GPS wasn't a thing.

Picture this: primitive humans trying to figure out the art of dating and marriage, probably without the luxury of swiping left or right. Politics back then was likely just a fancy term for who got the biggest cave. Living arrangements were a game of real estate survival – snagging the best spot near the water source was the ancient version of prime location.

And education? Well, forget about Ivy League institutions; it was more like "Don't-get-eaten-by-a-saber-toothed-tiger 101." But hey, at least it made life interesting.

Fast forward to the ancient powerhouses – the Egyptians, Chinese, Indus Valley, Mesopotamians. Each had their own version of societal rules and probably some early forms of memes on pyramid walls or clay tablets. Politics, back then, involved a lot of pharaoh drama and who could build the tallest structure.

Gender identities were like a game of prehistoric bingo – Men, Women, and introducing the Third Gender! Evolution wasn't just for species; it was a fashion show of roles and identities. Men went from caveman chic to possibly trying on some ancient togas. Women had their own journey from hunting mammoths to... well, still probably doing most of the work.

Oh, and the third gender? They were the true trendsetters, breaking all the ancient norms and confusing the heck out of archaeologists.

So, as we delve into the archives of early societies, let's raise a stone cup to their hilarious evolution – where survival, politics, and gender roles were just as complex as trying to figure out why ancient pottery was so obsessed with depicting people hunting animals. Talk about a real blast from the past!

Societal ; Revolution and Upheavals

Ah, the joyous journey through the tapestry of societal evolution, a saga sprinkled with chaos, confusion, and a generous helping of mixed fried rice of ideologies. Let's take a sardonic stroll through the "Dark Ages" to the early 20th century, where everyone decided it was high time to redefine the rules.

In the East, we had the Islamic occupation and the delightful colonial rule by the British. Over in Europe, it was party time for the Church – a religious revolution so peaceful, you'd almost mistake it for a nap. They emerged from their ecclesiastical cocoon with their own set of societal rules, from education to marriage to divorce. So orderly, it's almost boring.

Now, let's talk about the Americas – the Spanish, Portuguese, Dutch, French, and, of course, the English, the undisputed maestros of societal meddling. They took the chaotic brew that was Europe in the Dark Ages, added their mix of vegetables, meats, and some confused ideologies, and voila – a mixed fried rice of philosophies was born. What a time to live and grow up!

Books were being written left and right, but the British had other plans. They decided to whip up their own version of rules, creating more confusion than a monkey in a library. It was a chaotic concoction, a mumbo jumbo mixed fruit salad of West and East – a true culinary disaster for the intellectual palate.

And let's not forget the conversion racket – locals turned into practitioners of occupiers' religions, but stubbornly holding onto their roots. Neither here nor there, they conjured up their own version of societal rulebooks, hierarchies, cookbooks, and ideologies. Left, center, right, Confucius, yada, yada, yada – like a culture smoothie with a pinch of Islamic culture, a dash of the West, and a bit of the original local flavor. The mere thought of this mishmash could crash a motherboard and heat up the hard disk. What a blessing to humanity – mixed fried rice for the soul!

Modern Society - The Present Day

Oh, the delightful modern circus of societal changes – feminism, trans movements, affirmative actions – it's like a chaotic buffet, and everyone's got a plate full of confusion. Marriage laws? Divorce laws? It's like navigating a minefield with bankruptcy options for men thrown in for that extra thrill. Ah, the sweet symphony of societal rules getting a swift kick in the butt.

In the job market, it's an affirmation festival – affirmations here, affirmations there – with one gender getting jobless while single mothers and fathers try to juggle life like they're in a circus act. Divorce options? Well, it's a myriad – pick your poison, and don't forget the options for being taken to the cleaners.

And don't get me started on societies – those poor souls are so confused they don't know whether they're coming or going. Traditional rules, laws, and beliefs got a reality check so hard they're still spinning. Now, we have the political class, judiciary, and media – the self-proclaimed master chefs – adding their own spices to the mix. Spoiler alert: they forgot they're terrible cooks.

Equality recruitment? That's like trying to balance a teacup on a unicycle. Social media – Twitter, TikTok, Instagram – they're the modern-day town criers, shouting their opinions into the void.

Can we fix it, you ask? Well, that's the million-dollar question. Who will bell the cat? It's like watching a sitcom – "Two and a Half Men," because, let's face it, our society is a sitcom script in the making. Grab your popcorn, folks, and enjoy the show!

Gender - What am I | Male |Female | Trans* ?

 

Introduction

Alright, gather 'round, intergalactic beings, and behold Homo sapiens, also known as humans. This here is God's latest masterpiece, crafted with the precision of a surgeon and the attention to detail of a neurotic artist. Picture this: meticulous project management, agile methodologies, and even some fancy SDLC processes thrown in for good measure. But, alas, as our esteemed cousins, the chimps, like to point out, there was a crucial step missed – Quality Assurance. Yep, you heard it right. No QA.

Now, don't get me wrong, chimps aren't exactly the epitome of perfection themselves, but humans? Oh boy, we're like a rollercoaster ride through the Twilight Zone. One minute we're solving quantum physics equations, the next we're arguing over who left the toilet seat up. It's a wild, wild ride, folks.

So, dear intergalactic conquerors, if you're thinking about taking over Earth, think again. You might want to reconsider because dealing with us humans is like trying to wrangle a herd of caffeinated cats. Trust me, you don't want that headache.

And let's not forget the classic human excuse: "It wouldn't have happened if we had the right operating system and followed all the instructions." Yeah, because clearly, the problem here is just a faulty installation. Classic humans, always blaming the software.

So, there you have it, folks. Humans: the ultimate blend of brilliance and absurdity, wrapped up in a package that even the most seasoned conquerors would hesitate to unwrap.

Our Achievements

Ah, Homo sapiens, the pinnacle of creation, the crown jewel of evolution... or so we like to tell ourselves between bouts of self-sabotage and chaos. Let's take a gleeful romp through our illustrious achievements, shall we?

So, according to the grand narrative, God crafted us in his image, bestowed upon us intelligence, and off we went, eagerly attempting to prove just how creatively disastrous we could be.

Initially, we were all free spirits, no boundaries, no borders—just gallivanting around the planet like cosmic nomads. But, of course, we couldn't resist the urge to complicate matters. So, we built communities, societies, countries, and decided that life needed a bit more paperwork, hence the passports, rules, and regulations. Because what's an adventure without red tape, right?

God made us equal, two hands, two legs, heads, and all that jazz. But we couldn't leave well enough alone. We had to start categorizing ourselves into neat little boxes of race, religion, ethnicity, and sub-sub-sub-sub-communities. Because, you know, who wants to be just a regular old human when you can be a niche demographic?

And then there's philosophy—simple stuff like life, death, and our place in the universe. But no, that wasn't stimulating enough. So, we brewed up a stew of -isms: secularism, fundamentalism, communism, socialism, democracy... It's like a philosophical buffet, with a side of existential indigestion.

And let's not forget our ingenious use of intelligence. Instead of curing diseases or exploring the cosmos, we decided to wage wars, create bombs capable of obliterating civilizations, and then squabble over who gets to press the big red button. And guess who gets the blame for this mess? Yep, poor ol' God, watching from above like a celestial sitcom viewer, wondering where it all went wrong.

God had a vision of balance in nature, but we thought, "Nah, let's shake things up a bit." So, we plundered resources, decimated habitats, and kicked the delicate ecosystem right in the biodiversity.

And then, in a stroke of genius, we figured out how to barter with the divine—a bit of bribery here, a prayer there. God must be rolling their eyes and muttering, "Seriously, guys?"

And as for our cousins, the chimps, well, they're probably sitting in their treehouses, scratching their heads and wondering when the humans will run out of ways to mess things up. Spoiler alert: probably never.

So, here's to Homo sapiens, the species that keeps the universe entertained with its never-ending circus of calamities. Bravo, folks, bravo.

Where Do We Go

Well, well, well, gather 'round, my fellow primates! It's time for some prime-time chimp TV, where we discuss the latest antics of our supposedly "improved" cousins, the humans.

So, the word on the vine is that we're gearing up for a full-blown agitation against these humans. Can you believe it? They strut around like they're the bee's knees, the superior species, and yet look at the mess they've made! They're out there exterminating animal populations, causing global warming like it's going out of style, and popping out babies like there's no tomorrow. Seriously, do they not have anything better to do?

And let's talk about their research habits, shall we? They come snooping around, poking and prodding at us like we're some kind of sideshow attraction. Hey, humans, maybe you should try researching your own brains first before sticking your noses where they don't belong.

And don't even get me started on their dining preferences. First, they domesticate cows and hens, then they start chowing down on anything that moves! Deer, antelopes, reindeer, kangaroos—heck, they'll even munch on a camel or an ostrich if they feel like it. And they have the nerve to call it "delicacies." Give me a break!

But oh, let's not forget their little hunting sprees. Sure, they've toned it down a bit, but there are still some of them out there who think it's a hoot to take down unarmed animals for fun. And don't even get me started on how they treat our feline brethren in the Indian subcontinent. "Protected," my tail!

Listen up, humans, it's time to upgrade your operating system. We've got a little thing called the balance of nature that could use your attention. You know, like that work-life balance you humans are always blabbering on about? Yeah, we animals need a slice of that too. So how about you stop with the quirky antics, quit messing up the planet, and start pulling your weight? Trust me, it'll make the world a better place for all of us—humans included.