The Medical Profession Is No Longer Noble
It’s noble to care about humanity’s health. But doctors today misdiagnose, over prescribe and charge exorbitant fees for what they do. How is this noble?
Commentary on current social affairs. Intersectional feminism examining questions of gender, sex, sexuality, caste, class, race, religion & other discriminators.
It’s noble to care about humanity’s health. But doctors today misdiagnose, over prescribe and charge exorbitant fees for what they do. How is this noble?
“You don’t care, you don’t care!”she shouts into his ears. Pain is a drug that unites them.Right now, they’re too broke for anything else. It pricks. They do.
Love Rehab: A Novel in Twelve Steps by Jo PiazzaMy rating: 3 of 5 stars Since ChickLit, there’s been a host of books in a new genre I’m going to call ‘This is not ChickLit’. Love Rehab is one of this type. It is about relationships and there is romance,…
Last week, Jiah Khan was found hanging in her apartment. The story continues to unravel like a formulaic film, complete with villains and plot turns.
I almost said no and called this post ‘Not A Party Girl’. Instead, today I chose my Inner Madonna.
Hello. I am an Angry Woman. This is not the same thing as Angry Girl that gives rise to a subculture of music and other pop references. It has only partly to do with my age.
“You’re a con. None of these things work.” said Shayla shaking the tiny glass bell with the silver heart for a clapper. It was pretty but Shayla wouldn’t admit that. She settled for holding it with the tips of her manicured fingers. “That’s not true. I don’t lie.” Deerun replied,…
Indian men can be supportive, understanding, generous as long as you fit a certain idea of womanhood. This love is transactional.
Cliches, clichés. Cliches are the cliché of every woman’s life. Our worlds are constructed on set-in-stone clichés. Even transitions are clichéd, at specific times, in defined ways. You know what the biggest cliché of an empowered, modern woman’s life is? “Love yourself.” Nobody tells you how this is to happen,…
She looked younger in real life. Younger, not better. At least, in the photograph on the website she was smiling. “Sandeep? Hi. Sharia.” He was already on his feet, shaking her hand. Then he stopped, hoping it wasn’t too vigorous a handshake and that her fingers weren’t hurting. He settled…