The trouble with MOST Singapore women, and city women, for the matter is that they make reality-show-commentary out of tasks like cooking a meal, or breast-feeding. They present it with EPIC-scale importance, without realizing how irritating and annoying it is- even when they're often good at neither task. And it's trans-generational! I got so mad when the mother, aunt and grandma in the next-door baby room (at the shopping mall yesterday were each giving their mini-seminar (to each other), amidst obviously blundering at task, such that Chantelle got very agitated and couldn't take a proper feed. I yelled at them on the way out "Fucking noisy but useless!". Thank God I didn't marry a Singaporean.