V is for Victoria Terminus
On 26 Nov’08, a young man walked into a train station and changed the lives of millions of people forever. I am one of those people, because I am a Mumbaiker.
Commentary on current social affairs. Intersectional feminism examining questions of gender, sex, sexuality, caste, class, race, religion & other discriminators.
On 26 Nov’08, a young man walked into a train station and changed the lives of millions of people forever. I am one of those people, because I am a Mumbaiker.
A fortnight ago, a friend and I parted ways. He came to me, looking for comforting, for sympathy. I gave him instead, honesty. Words were exchanged and the friendship is now a thing of the past. The thing is, I never offered comfort or sympathy, only outright, unvarnished honesty. We’ve…
All that noise and gunfire and the sound of grown men weeping? That’s just the sound of someone getting his just desserts.
I had an idea for a non-fiction piece when I realised today’s A2ZChallenge prompt ‘C’ would carry a story version well, if I said it stood for City.
He’s not a bad person. He’s a law-abiding citizen, professional, family man. But he doesn’t think women have it worse. He still is a chauvinist.
Why was there blood on the dance floor? Because Susie had her period. Ha, bloody ha.
I watched a French video titled ‘Oppressed Majority‘. It’s a satirical, dark take on patriarchy. It does so by reversing traditional gender roles. What would life look like if the way each sex was treated was reversed? Dear men, I understand now.* Honestly. I found myself thinking things that I’ve…
Dear men,
What’s that you say? Women don’t get into the friendzone? Allow me to introduce you to…
Power play – a poem.
Why is motherhood a decision taken by consensus, not my consent? Do I want kids? I don’t know.