India Uncut

I can't imagine how Indian women put up with, um, us Indian men. A recent survey, the methodology of which I am curious to examine, reveals:

The average length of foreplay by British men was 17.44 minutes. This was 13.98 in India, below the global average of 15.78.

Everybody knows, of course, that the 1.8 minutes after 13.98 are the most crucial in pleasing a woman. So Indian women are right to be pissed off, and to go shopping. What should the Indian man do, then, to feel valued?

The answer comes in a New York Times piece by Katherine Zoepf on Lebanon:

By 8 p.m., women in their 20s and early 30s are prowling in packs of five and six, casting meaningful glances at any and all passing men. In the bars the women dance for hours — often on top of the bar — and legs, midriffs, bare shoulders and barely covered bosoms are offered for public admiration.

Samir Khalaf, a professor of sociology at the American University of Beirut, said the scene astonished his American colleagues. “They are just shocked,” he said. “ ‘This is Lebanon, the Middle East?’ they say. They can’t stop talking about all the belly buttons, about all these highly eroticized bodies."

And why are these undoubtedly delectable ladies "prowling in packs" looking for men? Well, it's because the sex-ratio there is almost five women to every man. And the women, thus, can surely not be too demanding. Enter the Indian man.

(Not immediately, of course; at least 10 minutes?)

I'm in one of those moods today where I feel I can solve every problem. What, what did you say, pobal gloverty? What's that?

(ToI link via email from reader Vikram Chandrashekar, NY Times link via email from Arjun Narayan, who blogs on it here.)

Update: The Patels should certainly go!