The release of Aisha seems to have set off a round of indignant “ewwws” from the male population of society. A very expected precedent to the also recently released vamp flick, Eclipse. Shouldn’t they be happy but? It’s like a complete visual rulebook as to what most girls (read, prospective girlfriends) expect from them. The ones who desist and resist are 98% bluffing, not just to the guys but to themselves too. The remaining 2% are simply not female. Getting back to the boys, how much more of a neon light indication does one need? Du’uh. Okay, some smart ones are out there taking notes. But sadly, that’s an extreme minority.

              The count of men in the theatre during Eclipse is five; it never exceeds that, if one leaves out the younger tweens in the otherwise she-male tuna packed hall. Is it the ego hit that their girlfriend is so openly devotional to a fictitious character for an assortment of “bizarre” reasons? Could be.

              After all, what’s so compelling about a hundred and eight year old virgin vampire?  Answer: The fact that he had the self-control to wait till he was truly in Love!!  Its sooo romantic (girly sigh in unison). Gay, boys? Well, no wonder girls are best friends with gay men, then. At least someone with testosterone albeit the sexuality understands their shopping urges, weight insecurities, fashion sense and most importantly, the need-for-bitching.

              And Edward’s scholarly brains, taste in clothes, his expensive cars, angelically sculpted face and marble body like a multiple layered sinful chocolate cake. Taylor Lautner looks like one too!!! Irresistible takes on a completely new meaning. It’s kind of like the same feeling a guy would have for Megan Fox. The magnetism is the same, just a little less shallow. The obsession for her is sym”pitied”.

              Who, who doesn’t swoon over a hot guy (even if he is a werewolf) ready to sacrifice his love to another man to keep her happy? The eight pacs with tall dark and handsome eye candy affidavit seal the deal. Like ice cream and fudge. Fighting it is pointless.

              If one has the chivalry (non-existent today) the other has the looks. Girls are spoilt entirely for choice. Still skeptical, boys? Casanova was who he was because he knew what a lady wanted.

              Face it; life isn’t complete with a few ladies around. And not all can be a Mom, man! The non-Mom group is sure to have a fuzz-factor. No, teddies and pink sloshing is just one end of the extreme and hopeless cases. (Some psychos are everywhere) Getting back to the point, all girls do need a warm fuzzy blanket or at least a sublimation or substitution of it. WHAT can be better for a guy to be that sublimated or substituted blanket!! No, one needn’t be an Edward. (Its not possible, perfection isn’t possible in any man alive, pardon the pun)  Well, what does a girl do when she’s been brought up on a dose of Prince Charming and sweeps-off-her-feet?  What does a young mind know that the sweeps are to make sure she sweeps his hearth later? Ah, the trauma when she does find out. Heart- breaking.

                Eclipse should be a part of the curriculum, at least as sex education. Or maybe the sex education teacher should be gay. Or even make shopping and bitching sessions compulsory. Girls don’t need a strict daddy prototype. Nor do they want a chauvinist pig. Cut out the ham, please! Embrace. I meant the chick flicks. Including Aisha. Pinch the nose and down it. The lessons learnt have magically wondrous effects. And if even that doesn’t work, rent a copy of Hitch. And learn, by heart.