Psychologists have consistently said that anger is a normal human emotion and a certain amount of it is absolutely necessary for our survival.

As a woman who is consistently perceived as angry by my detractors, I believe in the right to express that anger " appropriately" when I am faced with a cynically hostile attitude from people who, like me, are angry too, but internalise it all and become "passive-aggressive".

Where is all this going you may ask? Well, researchers at the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor have found that married couples that actually express anger and resolve their conflicts live much longer that those who bottle it all up and stew in resentment (see And they fought happily ever after).

Marriages are supposedly made in heaven, but life is slowly becoming hell for couples. And the culprit is not the mother-in- law, but money.

Cash, and arguments because of it, have become the number one cause of divorce according to researchers. The main quoted reasons are: women seeking financial independence or working towards it (See page 17).

Traditionally, man was meant to tend the fields and women the hearth. However, two World Wars and the sexual revolution of the 1960s changed all that.

When we were children we were consistently told to "tell the truth and shame the devil" and consequently tried our level best to be truthful at all times.

Unfortunately in our teenage years we find out that those very paragons of truth, namely parents, teachers and even older siblings, were lying to us all the time.

I remember being told that Santa came all the way from the North Pole with my presents at Christmas. A bigger lie was "You are the most intelligent girl I’ve ever met" or worse still, "Fat, what fat? You are robust."

Late night Tuesday I went to bed disappointed. Hillary Clinton was lagging behind Barack Obama in the New Hampshire Democratic Primary.

I woke up Wednesday morning, however, to the news that "the first lady of everything" (in my opinion) had worked her magic with the women voters who had reportedly snubbed her, and I was ecstatic.

Why, you may ask.

Blog-writing gets me worried. More so when I try to rustle up something which I think would be one-of-its-kind, yet incredulously interesting. I jog my mind, trying to find some possible subject, but nothing worthwhile comes of it.

Someone suggested I write of my resolutions for 2008. But since I don’t intend to keep my resolutions beyond the first week of this month, I felt it would be pointless to dwell on them in the editor’s blog.

For once, I reckon I should write on serious issues like the cost of living, hikes in house rents, or better still, the biggest scourge of modern society: terrorism.