I realised something today. The Regency era still exists to this day. At least, the mannerisms of socialites and aristocrats has carried over to modern day Malaysia.



There are still people--mostly, and unfortunately, females--who flirt and simper like so much meat at the men around them. But, oh, do they scratch like cats in private amongst themselves. It is most intriguing to watch. Mindless chatter of womanfolk over men, a need for a female companion when one is unattached, and dependency upon another--the only thing missing is the formal waiting parlour, smelling salts and whalebone corsets.



At least, that's what can be seen if one were to go to certain... higher class places. It's all rather fascinating. The young go about with two faced schemes, playing angel by day and a veritable lady-of-the-night by, well, night. Inane banter become more and more common amongst the young adults of the modern day ton and it's all so disgustingly fake that it tempts one to douse these beings in turpentine to see if their waxy features actually melt. (1)



I suppose this explains why I do not mix well in general with those particular swarms of drones. I simply cannot survive such an environment. I have grown too coarse and impatient to not speak some semblance of my mind if I were amongst them.



Ah, such a shame indeed.





(1) I'm taking the liberty of supposing that wax will melt in strong enough turpentine since both are organic compounds.



Also, i'm being deliberately vague about what the hell this post is about, who or where I am refering to because I really would prefer to not point fingers at any particular individual or group.