Cheaterhens

It came as a harsh but well anticipated anti-climax to the brouhaha over her doping allegations, but it left me perplexed about many things feminine in general and how women cheat in particular. Watching Marion Jones, hung head, damp look and the works, shedding tears and admitting her callous adventures with the shots , triggered a maelstrom of extreme reactions, from overtly abusive and 'see- i- said- so' to wholly sympathetic, what with her having had to lose her much cherished medals. I just happened to query around as to why women cheat and came upon what I describe as the anecdotes in enlightenment of the born again woman. Men cheat for the most primal of human desires, but women cheat because they can. Period. And mind you, they can carry the cheat act to full term, without even delivering it through their last breath out.

Whether it's for money, fame, position, revenge, basic instincts or plain bitchiness, most women cheat and I know you cant deny that. In the most innocuos and innocent of glances, a woman can scan through the man, inside out. And you thought she was sitting there fluttering her eyelids and idly viewing the happennings around? Or turning to the boss myriad times a day was solely because she had questions to ask? Gimme a break. Women love to ogle, and to feel the presence of that well shaven, straight standing hunk who smells great too. His gossamer persona notwithstanding, you never know what she imagines him to be. Its a different matter that they are never overtly obvious and subtlety is always the keyword.
Women cheat more in relations than they do otherwise. I remember my sister-in-law telling me when I was getting married, 'never lie to your husband and never tell him the truth'. Whatever that meant forms the crux of how well women carry their acts and never get caught, unless ofcourse they stray from their innate wisdom.
Rarely does one see her lying to her teachers about projects not done, but she obssessively lies to her folks back home when she's late after work. Not that her folks dont smell the subterfuge, but she has the innate talent to con through her eyes, penetrating your soul.
Show me one woman who has'nt cheated upon her relationships and I'll show ten more who have gone beyond that. Late night calls, locked diaries and closets, bulged bags with god -knows- what- is- inside shapes and sudden spurts of mood swings, all symptoms of a cheaterpox syndrome.

They cheat their dads when they secretly date someone whom he is most likely to hate, they cheat their husbands when they have post-marital 'crushes', they cheat bosses when they cook up stories for work not done, for being late or missing the deadlines, they cheat upon lovers when he's not worth the stuff they can offer and they also cheat themselves when they decide not to pay heed to a howling conscience that desists them from straying. The best thing about being a woman is that everyone comes to look at you with a she -can- do- no- harm, she's so innocent hangover. And that's exactly why and how women manage to cheat.

Societies the worldover have taken upon themselves to accept the notion that women are a species that symbolise truth, innocence, sacrifice and love. But what they missed was that the woman's dna has changed many times since. She is no longer the epitome of affection and motherly instincts, but a free spirit that lives parallel lives in a tiny mind. A life so different from what is portrayed, where she gets her dose of orgasms, where she struts around in whatever she feels like, where she is the mistress of her own little big world. So she will imagine someone she fancies when she coochiecoos with her wedded partner, or plan ahead and trap the friend who had once busted her fake persona, just for revenge sake. Better still, she will also rehearse her dialogues in her buncan games. And the best thing is that all this while masquerading as the unsuspecting hapless little chick. There are many things women seek while they cheat. Perhaps the most obvious is the genetic imprint of oppression that she bears to date that prompts her to cheat, a form of retaliation against the monstrosities thrust upon for years, avenging for a wider sisterhood, just perhaps. On the face of it though, it can be any reason, for she does'nt need any once she's hell bent upon. And mind you, don't ever confuse her cheating with lying, for theformer has deeper intonations and the latter is just temporary and unthoughtful escapisim.

That's the fun of being a women, you never have to think up a motive to cheat, unlike men, who need one. Women carry grudges in their delicate hearts and man , what an investment it is that acccrues tiny poisonous fangs. Cheating is just a part of what one can do with those fangs. Her diaphanous musings may bear fruits of passion or seeds of hatred, no one knows. Scientists may go the whole hog and try and theorize a women cheating, but only a woman knows that there's always an n+1 reason behind it. Dont believe me? Well, in all probability, you must be a man who's reading this all along, coz women know it well! See, there's someone out there who just gave a wicked smile.