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The innovation economy has finally arrived.
The Obedient Wives Club (OWC), set up in the belly of the Klang Valley, Malaysia, has gained fame from London to Liechtenstein. Their basic tenet is pithy and self-explanatory. Women: put out or get out.
There’s even a little example to follow. Treat him as a “first-class prostitute” would and many a domestic issue will be ironed out. (Actually, a Club member quite clearly stated this quote was taken out of context–women are to treat their husbands better than first-class prostitutes.)
The Club has come under much fire, but that’s only because most of us are not open enough to the possibilities. Oh, go on–give the thought calmer head.
In the absence of a charter, formal guidelines or a Club constitution, I propose the only other way to understand what lies beneath is through reality TV.
Now, I know that people are dubious about the values of reality shows. They do, after all, demand you expose yourself to the world and some find that both objectionable and objectifying. But Perak mufti Tan Sri Harussani Zakaria has come out in defence of the Club, so we know for sure we’re on the right track.
So, with a nod to my idol, Simon Cowell, I give you The Sex Factor.
I’m thinking a big event. Huge. London, keep your Olympics. Shake your little spears. Our men can and will take the blows.
First though, we have to have a definition for what constitutes “first-class”. Having never been a prostitute myself, I would turn to those far more schooled in these matters.
I propose a roundtable discussion to be attended by those willing to donate time and data. Upstanding citizens they must be, for this is about values.
We’ll need to line up contestants and for this I suggest the same group be approached to avoid any scent of nepotism. We have to keep it clean, people.
Now, for judges. I humbly appeal for volunteers. Not to worry, I’m sure we can set aside a couple of stadiums, ones that aren’t on the verge of collapse.
Since the judges will outnumber contestants, we need crowd control. To avoid the possibility of thrusting, sweaty interaction, whips must be cracked. Leather stilettoes wouldn’t hurt either. Or they might–-to each his own. And so it will go until the number of contestants has been whittled down to say, an even 10.
What do the girls get? They get a chance to save society.
The lucky 10 will be sent for Train-The-Trainer courses, so that they may bring the OWC’s sex lessons nationwide. Unemployment goes down–as once did they–before this capacity-building exercise.
The stats on domestic violence take a serious hit, because women are now aware that there are many kinds of blows.
The economy is boosted as SMEs are forced to innovate and supply new products-–both naughty and niche.
And if enough of us are introduced to the joys of molten candle wax, we might just stop global warming in its tracks.
Do you feel excitement mounting? Join the Club.
