Watching ‘Mad Men’ brings up a thought that’s often just lying below the surface:
Why DO we put up with men?
They’re horrible.
Update 2023: He was still abusing me, after the proposal. While my family was out gratefully distributing wedding invitations after years of shaming for my singledom, his family was pressuring him to attack me because ‘waise to hum ladkewale hain’. Men like this are monsters but the families, they are the real monster makers.
An event titled ‘An Evening of No Regrets’ made me ponder the role of regret in my world.
A beloved uncle shared this TOI Blog by Vinita Dawra Nangia with me. (‘Whom Should I Marry?’). This was my response: Dear uncle, I liked where the article seemed to be going (this is how the decision/marriage model has worked so far, here’s why those references are not valid anymore)…
Love. It got so much harder with age. The finding of it, the keeping of it. But mostly, being okay with it.
A review of ‘How to be good’ by Nick Hornby
I was trolled last week about my appearance. Other people’s reactions brought me insights about the role of shame in their lives and made me think about mine.
…is the name of a book by the guy who wrote ‘The Fault In Our Stars’. I happened to mention what an amazing title that was and what a shitty book it turned out to be. My AlphabetSambar peeps suggested we reclaim it by writing something else around it. And…
Somebody needs to be around to kill the cockroaches no?