I did a wonderful thing the other day. After a month of deliberation, I finally deleted my Facebook account. Gone from my bookmarks. No more hotlink icon. No more checking it 5 times a day. Yes, I was one of them. A CrackBook addict. So in a fit of "why/how do all these people track me down", I've finally taken the step and killed it. I'll miss all those lonely nights that CrackBook kept me warm and safe. The way it allowed me to look up ex-girlfriends just to see if they had an account. All those "great" videos I got sent, though 99 Words for Boobs will always have a special place in my heart. And even, even the random people that you knew 10 years ago who are suddenly tracking you down. It's this last group that make CrackBook so addictive and also so repellent. Ultimately, I guess I do feel a bit sorry for the FluffPet I'm leaving to die an InterWeb death.
So I'm back here more permanently. Watch this space.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Prolific Much
Well, as I farewelled my team for season 2008, a week earlier than I'd anticipated I might add, it occurred to me that no matter how many people fawn over me and gush about what a good father I would make, the facts are that I'm probably not ready to have one. I think I enjoy a beer, the football and some scantily clad girls dancing nearby a little too much.
Everything, and I do mean everything, was removed from my coffee table and presented to me. Thanks. You can just leave that there. No, I don't want that. Don't put you finger in there!!
Sigh...
My swinging bachelor pad is soooooooooo not child proof. I almost had my keys thrown out of my apartment. Which may sound like nothing, but when you have a latch lock... which is LOCKED, it's a small problem. So I've done my thing, for which my friend's wife should thank me, because I've given her her first night child-free in over a month. A such a good person sometimes. I think people misconstrue my ability to deal with children as having the makings of a good father. The reality is that I think I make a great uncle. The uncle who downs beer at a party, throws the kid around and keeps him/her entertained while the parents get some time away from the craziness, but also the same uncle that gets to hand the little filthpot back at the end of the evening and think to myself "Geez, I'm glad that's not me!".
Everything, and I do mean everything, was removed from my coffee table and presented to me. Thanks. You can just leave that there. No, I don't want that. Don't put you finger in there!!
Sigh...
My swinging bachelor pad is soooooooooo not child proof. I almost had my keys thrown out of my apartment. Which may sound like nothing, but when you have a latch lock... which is LOCKED, it's a small problem. So I've done my thing, for which my friend's wife should thank me, because I've given her her first night child-free in over a month. A such a good person sometimes. I think people misconstrue my ability to deal with children as having the makings of a good father. The reality is that I think I make a great uncle. The uncle who downs beer at a party, throws the kid around and keeps him/her entertained while the parents get some time away from the craziness, but also the same uncle that gets to hand the little filthpot back at the end of the evening and think to myself "Geez, I'm glad that's not me!".
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Invasion
Two weirds things infringing on my sense of privacy in the last two days.
1) My girlfriend's sister's boyfriend's mother lives in my apartment building. Still with me? Weird weird coincidence. I only met him for the first time last Saturday and then saw him coming out of my lift. We said hi, but I think we were both a tad unsure whether we were actually seeing reality or not.
This bugs me largely because I like to believe I live in a bubble removed from everything I know in the outside world. Not connected to girlfriends, co-workers, friends, families or any other associated things. So I know it's ridiculous, but having a 6-degrees style someone I "know" living in my building freaks me out a little bit. I enjoy the anonymous stranger routine. Someone did say shortly after I arrived in Singapore that it is a very very small place and they're right.
2) My neighbour, who is also my landlord, called and said she wanted to take a serviceman into my apartment to check the airconditioner. This is a perfectly reasonable request (which I granted) but got off the phone feeling all insecure and funny inside because she was going into my apartment when I wasn't there. Admittedly there's nothing to hide in there, though I may have done something about some of the beer cans. The rest was actually very clean, right down to only having one dirty plate and one knife in the sink waiting to be washed. I'm pretty sure that's some kind of record for a bachelor. Guess I'm just the type who doesn't like to have my things rifled through. It's one of the reasons I don't have housemates.
1) My girlfriend's sister's boyfriend's mother lives in my apartment building. Still with me? Weird weird coincidence. I only met him for the first time last Saturday and then saw him coming out of my lift. We said hi, but I think we were both a tad unsure whether we were actually seeing reality or not.
This bugs me largely because I like to believe I live in a bubble removed from everything I know in the outside world. Not connected to girlfriends, co-workers, friends, families or any other associated things. So I know it's ridiculous, but having a 6-degrees style someone I "know" living in my building freaks me out a little bit. I enjoy the anonymous stranger routine. Someone did say shortly after I arrived in Singapore that it is a very very small place and they're right.
2) My neighbour, who is also my landlord, called and said she wanted to take a serviceman into my apartment to check the airconditioner. This is a perfectly reasonable request (which I granted) but got off the phone feeling all insecure and funny inside because she was going into my apartment when I wasn't there. Admittedly there's nothing to hide in there, though I may have done something about some of the beer cans. The rest was actually very clean, right down to only having one dirty plate and one knife in the sink waiting to be washed. I'm pretty sure that's some kind of record for a bachelor. Guess I'm just the type who doesn't like to have my things rifled through. It's one of the reasons I don't have housemates.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Do you like it here?
It was asked in all innocence. An earnest desire on the part of the speaker to see what the future of life in Singapore may hold. Truth be told, it's highly likely I asked exactly this question of others after I arrived. The answer? Well, that's a tad more complicated. As with any place there are things that irritate me here. There are things I really enjoy. I answered that I did like it here and that part of that is because I have a better quality of life than if I did the equivalent job back in Melbourne. For all the drawbacks, the benefits are able to heft their way weight around in a sumo knockout. I meet a lot of people here. I meet the SPGs who desperately want to leave Singapore even though they don't even know why. I meet the locals who are never leaving and don't see anything beyond what Mediacorp tells them. I meet the other locals who see the trees, the forest and the whole damn ecosystem but know there's nothing they can do to affect change in a country that requires any regular gathering of more than 10 people to be registered with the government. And then I meet the foreigners. Not the Bangladeshi workers filling the backs of utility vehicles on their way to and from work each long, back-breaking day. I mean the Western professionals, usually male and often white. Or the fat cats as I call them. The fat cats are an interesting lot. They dine in nice restaurants, drink in Clarke Quay or Dempsey Hill and never tire of complaining about rental prices and the effects of the American economic crisis on their precious little bubble in Singapore. The irony of their complaints about rent and cost of living is that their company usually pays their rent or at least gives them a rental allowance and that in actuality they don't struggle for anything. Oh for a life where economic crisis meant only going to Bintan or Malacca once a month instead of twice. Then there are the foreigners who don't actually earn all that much - still very high by local standards but not enough that they are partying at Emerald Hill 5 nights a week. Yes, I meet all of these people, and that probably factors into why I'm comfortable living here. It's not a matter of loving it, because I'm not sure it's possible to genuinely love a country like this (despite all the flags adorning apartments right now), but it's a country where you can be. Find your little niche, your way of doing things and the places and people you enjoy and just get on with your life.
I did something this morning I haven't done in a long long time. I checked out a host of Singaporean blogs I'd let lie dormant for a long period of time. Geez, I really don't know why I bothered. They're either middle-aged white men chasing barely legal girls around the island while laying claims to some philosophical or intellectual height (sorry, you're just pervy old men that are impressive to girls in their late teens and very early twenties) or 30-something Singaporean women discussing shopping and singleness. The latter I have less problem with as there's at least an element of interest there but the former are just so transparent that even the blind have no trouble seeing through them. So I'm sticking back with the one Sg blog I occasionally read and will try again in a few months and see if there are any new ones worth reading.
I think I should go buy a board game and have a games night. I'm totally burnt out on going out. I like Trivial Pursuit. Scrabble... depends on who I'm playing with. Not much interested in playing Scrabble with people who use a Scrabble dictionary in which words that are NOT part of the English language (or any other for that matter) are acceptable fodder. Guess Who? Too short. Twister? Feels a bit Swinger-ish to be playing that at my age. Operation? Again too short. Monopoly? Can be too involved in the sense that if people don't want to trade then you just end up with a long, boring, dead game. I've never played the Game of Life but have heard good things. Similarly Clue but I'm not sure about this one as I've heard tell of some co-workers who have Nights at their house in which they all dress up and be the characters. I still giggle about that.
My football team are an inconsistent blight on my happiness. They're on the verge of not making the finals this year so they conceded a game last Friday night before it had even begun. Our defensive arc is made up of relatively inexperienced players. They've done/do very well, but against powerhouse ega-forwards, they're going to be shown up. That's life, no problem. However it was decided that our our only remaining elder statesman defender would be "rested" for the week. Honestly, who rests their best defender for a game which has so much riding on it? It broke my heart to think that my team conceded a game before it had begun. And there's nothing they did on the field that night that could convince me otherwise.
I did something this morning I haven't done in a long long time. I checked out a host of Singaporean blogs I'd let lie dormant for a long period of time. Geez, I really don't know why I bothered. They're either middle-aged white men chasing barely legal girls around the island while laying claims to some philosophical or intellectual height (sorry, you're just pervy old men that are impressive to girls in their late teens and very early twenties) or 30-something Singaporean women discussing shopping and singleness. The latter I have less problem with as there's at least an element of interest there but the former are just so transparent that even the blind have no trouble seeing through them. So I'm sticking back with the one Sg blog I occasionally read and will try again in a few months and see if there are any new ones worth reading.
I think I should go buy a board game and have a games night. I'm totally burnt out on going out. I like Trivial Pursuit. Scrabble... depends on who I'm playing with. Not much interested in playing Scrabble with people who use a Scrabble dictionary in which words that are NOT part of the English language (or any other for that matter) are acceptable fodder. Guess Who? Too short. Twister? Feels a bit Swinger-ish to be playing that at my age. Operation? Again too short. Monopoly? Can be too involved in the sense that if people don't want to trade then you just end up with a long, boring, dead game. I've never played the Game of Life but have heard good things. Similarly Clue but I'm not sure about this one as I've heard tell of some co-workers who have Nights at their house in which they all dress up and be the characters. I still giggle about that.
My football team are an inconsistent blight on my happiness. They're on the verge of not making the finals this year so they conceded a game last Friday night before it had even begun. Our defensive arc is made up of relatively inexperienced players. They've done/do very well, but against powerhouse ega-forwards, they're going to be shown up. That's life, no problem. However it was decided that our our only remaining elder statesman defender would be "rested" for the week. Honestly, who rests their best defender for a game which has so much riding on it? It broke my heart to think that my team conceded a game before it had begun. And there's nothing they did on the field that night that could convince me otherwise.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Fitter Happier More Productive
Have pushed it to the brink of exhaustion over the past month. Sick twice, submitted two assignments and two resubmits and have worked on through the entire way. Yes, all hail me. I think I look good in martyr's clothing. It fits nicely.
Read an interesting article by Sumiko Tan in one of the Sg rags on the weekend. She wrote about how unmarried people are actually severely disadvantaged in the work place. This is an issue that never really meant much until I moved here and saw how many co-workers take time off. How many of them blame it on their children. How any slight emergency becomes a red flag for unlimited days off. How they generally get better schedules (less nights, less weekends) than unmarried types. And yet, the unmarrieds are the ones who very very rarely take time away from work for any reason. They cost the company less as the company doesn't need to provide medical insurance or flights for any dependents. The most insulting thing is the 2 days off extra a year (this is going to seem petty...) that people with children get off to attend to "family matters", which is theoretically reserved for things like parent/teacher interviews etc. Sorry, but I don't give a toss about other people's parent/teacher nights. I don't get 2 "recovery" days off per year for all the boozing and random sex that we unmarried types supposedly do and have. If the decision to over-populate or accidentally copulate is worthy of 2 extra days off a year then surely my own decision to engage in extreme hedonism is an equally valid lifestyle choice (and less damaging on the environment too!). Where are my 2 days off?
I really couldn't care less about the course I'm doing. It's bullshit hoop-jumping that has no basis in the real workplace. It's essentially 1950's style education masquerading as 21st century edu-trainment. Relevance? Zip. None. Nothing. Of course it means $1500 extra a month to me upon completion, but I really wonder whether it's worth it. If anything, and make no mistake because I love my job, it's made me that little bit more determined to leave it behind and try something else entirely. I can always come back to this later. After 8 years of doing this, I'm starting to feel the burn. More importantly, I want to challenge myself. Of course I can always be better at my current job, if I didn't think that then I wouldn't be very good at it, but I also think I have achieved a certain level of expertise where I wonder how much further I can realistically go. So once this course wraps up it will be on to the real pondering about what to do next. The biggest problem about a total career change when you have little experience outside one industry is that I want to stay in Singapore (for now anyway). Guess I'll answer these questions more thoroughly when I have more time to think about them.
What Teachers Really Mean on Report Cards :
XXXX struggles to maintain concentration in class and often engages in conversations in other languages instead.
XXXX doesn't care for this class, he has no interest in any activities we do (and I've been through the entire book trying to see what will work for him) and is generally unpleasant to be around. I'd rather he weren't in this class.
XXXX needs to listen carefully to teacher instructions and ask questions when she doesn't understand.
XXXX has no idea what's going on, and with 19 other students in the room, it's tough to make this the one on one tuition that your child so desperately needs.
XXXX gets distracted easily.
XXXX is a complete tool and would benefit from a healthy parental spanking.
XXXX always tries hard in class.
XXXX still doesn't get it, but at least he's not a complete tool.
Read an interesting article by Sumiko Tan in one of the Sg rags on the weekend. She wrote about how unmarried people are actually severely disadvantaged in the work place. This is an issue that never really meant much until I moved here and saw how many co-workers take time off. How many of them blame it on their children. How any slight emergency becomes a red flag for unlimited days off. How they generally get better schedules (less nights, less weekends) than unmarried types. And yet, the unmarrieds are the ones who very very rarely take time away from work for any reason. They cost the company less as the company doesn't need to provide medical insurance or flights for any dependents. The most insulting thing is the 2 days off extra a year (this is going to seem petty...) that people with children get off to attend to "family matters", which is theoretically reserved for things like parent/teacher interviews etc. Sorry, but I don't give a toss about other people's parent/teacher nights. I don't get 2 "recovery" days off per year for all the boozing and random sex that we unmarried types supposedly do and have. If the decision to over-populate or accidentally copulate is worthy of 2 extra days off a year then surely my own decision to engage in extreme hedonism is an equally valid lifestyle choice (and less damaging on the environment too!). Where are my 2 days off?
I really couldn't care less about the course I'm doing. It's bullshit hoop-jumping that has no basis in the real workplace. It's essentially 1950's style education masquerading as 21st century edu-trainment. Relevance? Zip. None. Nothing. Of course it means $1500 extra a month to me upon completion, but I really wonder whether it's worth it. If anything, and make no mistake because I love my job, it's made me that little bit more determined to leave it behind and try something else entirely. I can always come back to this later. After 8 years of doing this, I'm starting to feel the burn. More importantly, I want to challenge myself. Of course I can always be better at my current job, if I didn't think that then I wouldn't be very good at it, but I also think I have achieved a certain level of expertise where I wonder how much further I can realistically go. So once this course wraps up it will be on to the real pondering about what to do next. The biggest problem about a total career change when you have little experience outside one industry is that I want to stay in Singapore (for now anyway). Guess I'll answer these questions more thoroughly when I have more time to think about them.
What Teachers Really Mean on Report Cards :
XXXX struggles to maintain concentration in class and often engages in conversations in other languages instead.
XXXX doesn't care for this class, he has no interest in any activities we do (and I've been through the entire book trying to see what will work for him) and is generally unpleasant to be around. I'd rather he weren't in this class.
XXXX needs to listen carefully to teacher instructions and ask questions when she doesn't understand.
XXXX has no idea what's going on, and with 19 other students in the room, it's tough to make this the one on one tuition that your child so desperately needs.
XXXX gets distracted easily.
XXXX is a complete tool and would benefit from a healthy parental spanking.
XXXX always tries hard in class.
XXXX still doesn't get it, but at least he's not a complete tool.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Now
Things that are good :
- Vertigo is good
- Grant Morrison psychodelia
- Cats are very very good
- Declining a job interview because you actually like your job
- Collingwood makes me feel warm inside
- BBC Entertainment channel
- Remembering that you live in a tropical country and enjoying a beer outdoors at night
- Batman movies
- Lego games
- Looney Tunes archive
- Podcasts
- Only having to wait one more day
Things that are bad :
- Never quite being able to relax because you know study is there spinning webs in the back of your mind
- Suicides on the floor above you
- Unbelievable downpours when you really need a taxi
- Needless approval by 18 different people just to get something simple done
- Getting up in the morning
- Ants. Ants make me very spanky
- Vertigo is good
- Grant Morrison psychodelia
- Cats are very very good
- Declining a job interview because you actually like your job
- Collingwood makes me feel warm inside
- BBC Entertainment channel
- Remembering that you live in a tropical country and enjoying a beer outdoors at night
- Batman movies
- Lego games
- Looney Tunes archive
- Podcasts
- Only having to wait one more day
Things that are bad :
- Never quite being able to relax because you know study is there spinning webs in the back of your mind
- Suicides on the floor above you
- Unbelievable downpours when you really need a taxi
- Needless approval by 18 different people just to get something simple done
- Getting up in the morning
- Ants. Ants make me very spanky
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Career Path
In the space of a couple of hours last night I had my thoughts on jobs and what they mean for the people who do them challenged. Perhaps it's better to say that the subject came up and I gave it minimal thought. Yeah, that seems a bit more like it.
I met a Swiss watchmaker for Bulgari. Very very cool guy, but his reaction to my reaction to his job was interesting. When I he told me, I commented "Wow, that's really cool!". He looked at me with just the slightest hint of exasperation and said "Everyone says that, I don't know why."
So what is it that makes meeting a Swiss watchmaker so damn cool? I think it's the idea of living a stereotype and also the idea that this guy can get inside the guts of something and rebuild it blindfolded. That has enormous entertainment value for me, though I'm sure he'd get sick of me getting drunk and pulling him out as a party favour.
"Hey look guys, it's a Swiss watchmaker! I'm going to smash this watch, blindfold him and watch him put it back together. The book is now open - opening bets start at $10!"... I'm really not a very good friend am I?
In case you need instructions on repairing your watch :
I also met a senior purchasing officer for Panasonic. Nerdy, petite, the whole librarian thing going for her. She revealed to me that she's also a Body Combat instructor. But wha..?! Yes, a body combat instructor. It reminded me so much of the Clark Kent change into Superman that I was distracted all night. Mild-mannered purchasing officer by day, microphone-toting, spandex-wearing combat instructor by night. I wonder if she gets her own phone booth with the gig.
In case you need to know exactly what body combat is here's a random guy in red trackies laying the moves :
So in the space of two hours I see someone living the stereotype and someone blatantly flouting the laws of accepted convention. Sigh... people are naughty for messing with my mind like this.
Oh yes, and here's a Superman changing in a phonebox. I like it when he "flies".
I met a Swiss watchmaker for Bulgari. Very very cool guy, but his reaction to my reaction to his job was interesting. When I he told me, I commented "Wow, that's really cool!". He looked at me with just the slightest hint of exasperation and said "Everyone says that, I don't know why."
So what is it that makes meeting a Swiss watchmaker so damn cool? I think it's the idea of living a stereotype and also the idea that this guy can get inside the guts of something and rebuild it blindfolded. That has enormous entertainment value for me, though I'm sure he'd get sick of me getting drunk and pulling him out as a party favour.
"Hey look guys, it's a Swiss watchmaker! I'm going to smash this watch, blindfold him and watch him put it back together. The book is now open - opening bets start at $10!"... I'm really not a very good friend am I?
In case you need instructions on repairing your watch :
I also met a senior purchasing officer for Panasonic. Nerdy, petite, the whole librarian thing going for her
In case you need to know exactly what body combat is here's a random guy in red trackies laying the moves :
So in the space of two hours I see someone living the stereotype and someone blatantly flouting the laws of accepted convention. Sigh... people are naughty for messing with my mind like this.
Oh yes, and here's a Superman changing in a phonebox. I like it when he "flies".
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Misery
Some dreams are stranger than others. Last night I awoke fresh from being held captive in my landlord's apartment in a situation very reminiscent of Misery. I'm still shivering...
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
I'm a bad man
I'm a bad person and an enemy of the environment. I may even change the name of this blog to Eco-9/11.
Australia has green bags. The kind you buy at the supermarket for a dollar and then bring with you each time so that you are not wasting plastic bags which end up in the ocean strangling dolphins... or something like that anyhow. The general result? Everyone uses them (I'm making a broad statement but I think it's close to the mark).
I've seen one or two people with them in Singapore but haven't been able to buy any. Besides, as a single guy who shops on the spur of the moment, without a car no less, I likely wouldn't remember to bring it with me on the off chance that I did indeed go shopping. Wednesdays, as of this week, however are "Bring Your Own Bag" day. I think that one's self-explanatory. When the cashier asked where my bag was I couldn't help but look at her, utterly stupefied. Errrr... I left it in my other bag..?
Graciously she consented to giving me some plastic ones to carry my goods home. As I left the supermarket I began to notice the looks. Those looks. The ones I so smugly reserve for people who can't control their children because they only ever take care of them on Sundays when the maid is unavailable. The look that paints horror and disapproval in one crushing grimace of guilt. I was getting those. All because I had no idea it was Bring Your Own Bag day and am not in the habit of planning my spur of the moment jaunts to the supermarket. Maybe I should start planning my spontaneity in the future. Mother Earth might love me then.
Australia has green bags. The kind you buy at the supermarket for a dollar and then bring with you each time so that you are not wasting plastic bags which end up in the ocean strangling dolphins... or something like that anyhow. The general result? Everyone uses them (I'm making a broad statement but I think it's close to the mark).
I've seen one or two people with them in Singapore but haven't been able to buy any. Besides, as a single guy who shops on the spur of the moment, without a car no less, I likely wouldn't remember to bring it with me on the off chance that I did indeed go shopping. Wednesdays, as of this week, however are "Bring Your Own Bag" day. I think that one's self-explanatory. When the cashier asked where my bag was I couldn't help but look at her, utterly stupefied. Errrr... I left it in my other bag..?
Graciously she consented to giving me some plastic ones to carry my goods home. As I left the supermarket I began to notice the looks. Those looks. The ones I so smugly reserve for people who can't control their children because they only ever take care of them on Sundays when the maid is unavailable. The look that paints horror and disapproval in one crushing grimace of guilt. I was getting those. All because I had no idea it was Bring Your Own Bag day and am not in the habit of planning my spur of the moment jaunts to the supermarket. Maybe I should start planning my spontaneity in the future. Mother Earth might love me then.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
On Why Men Aren't Getting Married...
I feel less inclined to write about relationship issues these days because, frankly, I find the whole topic kind of tedious. Additionally, it's rare that anyone has anything to say on a blog on the matter that hasn't been said before or doesn't sound trite.
So... at the risk of being trite...
I came across this article which basically says that many men are remaining single because they are more concerned about having a bad marriage than the ever-popular myth that men don't want a marriage at all. Now I have to say that I agree wholeheartedly with this point of view. I do want to get married, but the idea that I may end up in a bad marriage, or worse yet a boring one, scares the shit out of me. It accounts for some of the carnage I have left behind me in previous relationships, which is not to say that I may not have been in error in at least one of these cases. I don't subscribe to the "divorce is the reason why I'm too scared to get married" theory. That sounds like classic boohoo, wah-wah and smacks of a convenient scapegoat rather than looking at deeper issues. After all, I am not a product of divorce and yet here I am, in the same boat as many other men.
Anyhow, as I mentioned earlier, I'm really not that interested in getting into such topics. However I couldn't help but notice then end of the article where the researcher goes on to say he looked around at the people he was researching and promptly moved in with his girlfriend and is considering marriage. So his real conclusion was not that men are scared to get married but that most of those men are a bunch of sad fucks and he didn't want to end up like them. Weird way to sell your book...
So... at the risk of being trite...
I came across this article which basically says that many men are remaining single because they are more concerned about having a bad marriage than the ever-popular myth that men don't want a marriage at all. Now I have to say that I agree wholeheartedly with this point of view. I do want to get married, but the idea that I may end up in a bad marriage, or worse yet a boring one, scares the shit out of me. It accounts for some of the carnage I have left behind me in previous relationships, which is not to say that I may not have been in error in at least one of these cases. I don't subscribe to the "divorce is the reason why I'm too scared to get married" theory. That sounds like classic boohoo, wah-wah and smacks of a convenient scapegoat rather than looking at deeper issues. After all, I am not a product of divorce and yet here I am, in the same boat as many other men.
Anyhow, as I mentioned earlier, I'm really not that interested in getting into such topics. However I couldn't help but notice then end of the article where the researcher goes on to say he looked around at the people he was researching and promptly moved in with his girlfriend and is considering marriage. So his real conclusion was not that men are scared to get married but that most of those men are a bunch of sad fucks and he didn't want to end up like them. Weird way to sell your book...
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