Sex is everywhere but no where round me – The Whitlams
For those that don’t know, this is a line from a song called You sound like Louis Burdette. By the absolutely brilliant band called the Whitlams. You’ve gotta love a band who names itself after the Australian Prime Minister, Gough Whitlam, who was famously dismissed by the Governor General in 1975. Interesting…
Anyway…..
On many street corners at the moment there are couples staring meaningful into each others eyes, the dining hall at Queens’ seems to be a buzz of undergraduate hand holding and meaningful smiles. All rather wonderful.
But what of the MBA and Love? You would think that such an intense environment would lead to trysts and romance at every opportunity. There are even stories, possibly urban myths, of female MBAs who commit themselves to the year in search of an MRS and there are the enterprising fellas at Insead have even written a case – which I have to say is a very entertaining read.
It would seem that there is definitely love abounding, people coupling up and living together.
But what does this all have to do with the humble potato, the SPUD?
Well we have DINKS (double income no kids), SINKS (single income no kids) and now we have SPUDS (single person urban dwelling) and something or someone called Freemales. I am not so sure I know what a Freemale is actually?! But I am not so sure I want to be one. In an article in the Age this morning apparently 51.4% of women are opting for the single life and SPUDs account for 25% of all dwellings in Australia.
I am not so sure that women are opting to be single really, and that being said I am not sure I want to be a SPUD. Surely they could have chosen a more alluring vegetable. I guess though I should be super pleased they did not chose an acronym that spells Brussel Sprout or Cabbage!
