The Three Mistakes Of My Thirties
On the last day of my thirties, I look back at the three mistakes that marked this decade.
Commentary on current social affairs. Intersectional feminism examining questions of gender, sex, sexuality, caste, class, race, religion & other discriminators.
On the last day of my thirties, I look back at the three mistakes that marked this decade.
Why is a selfie taker shamed so much?
I am not a Tamilian. I am not a Brahmin. You erase my identity and you insult my legacy when you call me a TamBram.
I went for a swim and then I went on a date.
There’s a certain kind of man who gets off on sad women. It’s an entire trope – The Depressed/Tortured/Troubled/Damsel-in-distress that the guy ‘rescues’ with minimal emotional investment by clowning around. He is not a Manic Pixie Dream Guy. No, the original in that trope is not a person and only…
It’s precarious because what can balance atop slime for very long?
Knowledge is food for hungry minds.
‘A minute of silence’ by Marina Abramovic moved me to tears. I knew it had lessons for me that I wasn’t yet ready for.
You should smile more, women are told, it makes you look good. This is said as a compliment but is erasure.
Do you remember your last kiss? Everyone remembers their first. But kisses lose significance as we get older.