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Koala Lounge - June 2008

Adult Kids

June 30th 2008 12:32



Every morning I have the pleasure of sharing the tram to work with children from schools around my suburb. While on some occasions being smacked around by their schoolbags (which I am convinced are filled with bricks not books) in an overcrowded tram is akin to having nose hair plucked by the root with tweezers, on most days, their amusing banter makes me chuckle.


Sometimes to pass time during the commute, I see if I can beat my last count at how many times the word “like” precedes each of their sentences.

And then the other morning, a conversation took place that left me dreading the day I have kids. They were a group of four boys and one girl who didn’t look a day over 14 years old. The conversation went something like this;

Boy 1: “I was like, all over her and like, she was pashing me and then pashed Justin”

Boy 2: “Yea that’s coz she’s like, a slut…she always does that”

Boy 1: “But she’s not like Georgia…Georgia’s a legend”

Boy 3: *muffled* “But I don’t have cold sores”

Boy 1: “Georgia doesn’t have cold sores- it’s the other one so you’re fine”

Girl: “They were in the bedroom for like soooo long…they definitely had sex”

Boy 4: “Whatever Em, like you would know. They probably just went down on each other”


You can probably guess how the rest of this went. Here were five kids, dressed in their private school uniforms animatedly and unashamedly discussing their very grown-up weekend.


It’s a damn pity that at this age they not only know about adult activities but they are rampantly engaged in them. While it could have been all talk, there’s a very real and high chance that it wasn’t.

Kids are growing up at such a rapid rate that it’s getting harder and harder to keep up. Sex sells. And unfortunately the kids are reaping what we’ve let the media and society sow.

With the media exposing them to various degrees of sexuality from the time they learn to talk, can we really shake our heads in disappointment when they start broadcasting their exploits in public?

It’s sad because you get one shot at being a kid. Where the world’s responsibilities are shouldered by your parents and life still has an innocent ring to it. Where have the days gone where playing with your dolls, flying your kite and enjoying a game of tag were preferable to violent video games and dressing in revealing attire to impress boys?

We all had crushes when were that age- but taking it so far as intercourse and oral pleasure wasn’t nearly as common as it is today-unless I lived in a completely different world to the rest of the kids in my class.

I remember wondering how you were meant to know when it was time to stop having sex, during sex. I thought it was when one person finally just got tired. That’s how little I knew at 13 years old. And I’m really glad I knew that little at that age. Because it meant I was still a kid. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.



Neema Mohan, 30th June, 2008 ©

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It’s a crude title. But it had to be used for a couple of reasons. Firstly, it was a statement said with such gusto by a friend that I couldn’t resist using it. Secondly- it allows me to introduce a concept that’s spreading like butter on hot toast among women of this day and age.

Say hello to- Mr. Right-Now.

Mr. Right-Now is a man who perfectly fits into a busy schedule. As it becomes more acceptable for women not to find their “Mr. Right” right away, Mr. Right-Now effortlessly slides in and provides a woman with the things she often craves in her more vulnerable moments- affection, sex, attention and intimate company.

A woman may be at a time in her life where finding someone hasn’t necessarily been forgotten but is perhaps not her top priority. We’re getting to a stage where women are more secure and are embracing singledom more confidently. It’s a time where life can be all about her, her friends and her career because she’s finally realized that’s it’s alright for life with a partner and kids to come later.

With this comes the comfort in knowing that every man you date doesn’t necessarily have to be the one but can more often than not be fun and great company for now. Whether or not he turns into something long term or forever is a bonus more than anything else. A gentle reminder that dating is enjoyable- even if it doesn’t work out.

While for some, falling for Mr. Right-Now when it may not be reciprocated is a risky possibility, it’s a risk worth taking as the dating arena often proves to be the best teacher in the class of personal lessons in life.

Mr. Right-Now doesn’t request commitment, is easy-going and he understands and accepts the situation. He’s full of fun dates, great dining and good times. The sex that is now on tap can often be more intimate and adventurous as you get to know him. He comes with none of the demands that can strain those great short-term dating relationships. And while together, the freedom to see other people remains a delicious option.

Men have been doing it for years. Now a change in tide comes with a role reversal. Suddenly women aren’t waiting for that phone call; we aren’t on the constant look-out for our ‘Mr. Perfect’ and we are happy with our own company. This is single life for the new millennium and for once, women get to have some of the fun.

A friend of mine who works as a Bouncer at a bar let me in on a proposition he received from a regular patron a few nights ago, perfectly highlighting this new breed of woman.

Beautiful and smart, she was a lady who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask.

Seductively moving towards him she whispered in his ear, teasingly brushing the delicate curves of his ears with her breath:

“My 32nd birthday is in two weeks. I want a present from you. I want you for one week, all to myself….no strings attached.”

Enough said.




Neema Mohan, 12th June, 2008 ©
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Is it okay for Men to cry?

June 3rd 2008 11:02
Blokey Blokes



Wil Anderson, an Aussie comedian recently published an article in Sunday Magazine in which he posed the question- is it alright for blokes to cry?

Ranging from the silent tears you blink away during a sad movie to those moments when you howl for all humanity and put the neighbourhood watch on alert.

It’s fair to say that men are born as emotionally charged as women but they are then taught to suppress their emotional side in order to “be a man”, to appear less “gay” and to fit into the role preordained for men by their predecessors i.e. the macho patriarch who sets the strong example for the family.

Looking at the level of violence involving men around us- fights in pubs, domestic violence and even school yard / workplace bullying, I wonder whether if it were more socially acceptable for men to vent their emotions as women are able to- through crying and being encouraged to talk about their feelings- would they then be less prone to resorting to their fists when frustrated?

Ask a lot of men when the last time they cried was, and most of them will tell you they can’t remember or it was during some occasion where their masculinity couldn’t be diminished in any major way- such as a funeral or tragic accident.

They are conditioned to believe that “real” men cry on the inside because that’s a show of “real” strength. And while they probably do shed a tear while alone, being able to talk about it would help even more. Male friends have shared their experience on what their mates do when one of the pack is upset- "take em out and get em pissed blind all weekend...it helps". Yes it probably does, but only for a little while. Dare they cry on one of these blokey weekends away? Not a chance.

But allowing ourselves the luxury of a good old cry every now and then is one of the healthiest things you can do. When you bawl for that dream job you don’t quite have yet, for the cruelty that exists in the world, for the fact that the supermarket no longer sells your favourite yoghurt in the economy cups or my personal favourite- for simply no reason at all.

While for women, crying seems naturally worked into our genetic make-up, for men this outlet isn’t one that gets to be explored all that often. And that’s a pity. I’ve always thought of human beings as walking pressure cookers that constantly need to let off steam to prevent us exploding. There are many ways to relieve the pressure- exercise, yoga, martial arts and the like.

But sometimes crying is an outlet you simply can’t beat. It allows you to take a breather from being the strong one, from putting on that brave face and to just let go of every single thing you weren’t allowing yourself to truly feel because perhaps it wasn’t appropriate or it got in the way of logical thinking at the time.

I wouldn’t think someone was any less of man because he let a few tears or even a flood of them escape the corner of his eyes. And I don’t believe the majority of women out there would either. But it's what goes through the minds of other men that seems to sadly yet understandably count for more. And this needs to change.




Neema Mohan, 3rd June, 2008 ©



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