line at the bar vs. line in the bath

You walk up to the bar to get a drink and the bartender shimmies over for your order - albeit ahead of the girl at the end who was there first. Said girl scowls, makes eyes, maybe talks some trash to her friend - all aimed at you, of course - because your drink came 30 seconds faster than hers.
But enter the ladies' room for some panty-dropping nose powdering and women are falling all over themselves to allow the other to go first. No you ... you, really, it's fine ... no, really you go ...
And why? Why are we ready to kill one another for a quicker cocktail but willing to jump around crosslegged an extra two minutes to allow first-right to stall usage?
One word ... MEN.
There are men outside of that that "Ladies Only" door, at the bar, sitting on stools, buying us drinks. But once it swings closed and we're left alone with our familiar xxs, we relax. Maybe we find comfort in the estrogen pool. A chance to breathe, get the green piece out of our teeth, compliment the cute dress and killer red lipstick, slouch, check the breasts, fluff the hair. In our haste to prolong that moment, we send each other into the stall first, with an air of sisterhood.
That really just means we want another 2 minutes of lettin' it all hang out.

selfishness vs. instinct

Why is it that we {as women} are predisposed to have a "baby urge" when of a certain twirties age? Many women will tell you they don't. They're lying.
We all have them; some are just better at keeping The Push at bay.
Sickening is the overwhelming desire I have for an infant when I see one, typically with its cute, non-working mother strolling it in and out of the shade Uptown. (Though seeing one with a Dad is just pure torture. That's fodder for some other post.) It's an instinctual longing and pain of heart.
Controlling the follow-up thoughts are easy - no money, no time, no patience, no husband, etc. The list is endless. Unfortunately, though, it's those initial "I want one. I should have one by now. What if I'm too old and I never have one" that make me ill.
And of course, those are typically followed immediately by "What if I'm never married? I don't want to die alone. How is it that I've ended up in this position? Why can't I make more money?" ... etc.
The upside is that their hang time is short - all of these fleeting feelings whiz past in less than a second. So I guess as a human race we've done a decent job of overshadowing our instincts with selfishness.
Because I don't see the average age of marriage getting any younger.

monogamy vs. loyalty

It seems to me that society is beginning to call in to question the importance of monogamy, suggesting it is an outdated norm requring something of which the human race is incapable.
Many are ready to throw the entire concept out the window; I must have read 5 articles in the last year regarding the acceptance by Europeans that husbands and wives cheat, suggesting that we as Americans are somehow lesser-evolved because we require it of our marriages.
But.
Why are we ready to ditch monogamy, to write it off as an unrealistic ideal yet we continue to so highly value loyalty between any and all other relationships? We feel betrayed by the fall of the big banks of Wall Street, with their golden parachute CEOs who knowingly entered into high risk situations only to have our hard-earned tax dollars bail them out as we sit having our homes foreclosed upon. We expect those people - people we have never personally met - to be personally responsible with our investments/properties/markets. But we should not expect even the decency of a one-on-one intimate relationship from a partner whose nuiances we can read through years of love and commitment?
What is the justification for allowing a spouse to voilate your trust but expecting your employee not to embezzle millions?

absorption

Syn: musing

Without question, in my constant twittering I make {what I think to be} interesting observations on society/life/generalities/The Hills/etc. This is an attempt to absorb those into history via the www.