Commentary on current social affairs. Intersectional feminism examining questions of gender, sex, sexuality, caste, class, race, religion & other discriminators.
Everybody’s Got a Story by Heather WardellMy rating: 5 of 5 stars I’ve gotten used to thinking of galley reads as less than perfect in some way, since they aren’t quite the finished product. ‘Everybody’s Got A Story’ was a pleasant surprise in that sense, because I read a pre-release…
Western feminism talks about the infantalisation of women. Childish behaviour is rewarded, glorified and in some cases, forcibly attributed too. I think the Indian counterpart is a bit different – but there is an Indian counterpart. The Indian culture, across states idolizes the Plain Jane. In general conversations among my…
Since the Shakti Mills gangrape incident hit headlines, my sense of self has been shaken up badly. How can I be a person when being a woman means living in fear?
After the debacle of last year, I’ve learnt a few things. In fact, as far as lessons go, that experience has been a gift that keeps on giving. My mistakes give me better and better clarity on what it is that I really want. And perhaps life is nothing more…
One week since this happened. The media has its baby for the fortnight or so. TV is gruesome entertainment with politico-types competing, reality-show like to see who can say the most outrageous/stupid/TRP-generating things. How has real life been for the regular Mumbaiker? I can tell you how mine has been….
Mumbai, masquerading as the exception in a country that boasts of daughter-in-law burning, honor killing, female infanticide and as of December, gang-rapes in metros, has been outed.
It might seem that I’m opposed to all Indian festivals but I’m actually, not. Not even to today’s grand occasion of Raksha-bandhan. Well, I have no problem with honoring the sibling relationship. If anything, I’m all for occasions that remind you to be grateful for the presence of special people…
I like to call it a frisson in friendship, not even something important enough to merit beginning with capitals and being preceded with a ‘the’
For the Indian man, there’s only one real woman in every relationship. It always goes back to her.
When will being me feel like a success?