Commentary on current social affairs. Intersectional feminism examining questions of gender, sex, sexuality, caste, class, race, religion & other discriminators.
It turns out that May is Short Story Month. So I’m going to try and serve up a Tiny Tale every day through May. Enjoy! ====================================================== Chandran stepped into his hawai chappals, grimacing. Even his slippers were slick with sweat. Nevertheless, he moved to the balcony, hoping the sky would…
Going solo is a constant journey of self-discovery. I started mine with a movie ticket for one. A friend said she’d never do that. Then she surprised me.
Yesterday I was denied entry into a building. I was there to attend a business event, peopled by serious professionals. The reason for my not being allowed admission is that I was wearing a dress. I think the details of the dress are not important but anticipating debate on that,…
Madame Bovary by Gustave FlaubertMy rating: 2 of 5 stars The original is in French and I read the English translation by Alan Russell (Penguin Popular Classics). I’m rather a novice with reading the classics so the writing seemed rather excessively descriptive and flowery to me. Perhaps with some books,…
I think a lot of women are programmed to play Florence Nightingale. That’s why the idea of the tormented, disturbed man fascinates so many of us. It’s a cringe-worthy but true fact that the protagonist of the bestselling ‘Fifty Shades of Grey‘ is nothing more than a self-obsessed, abusive, damaged…
A Spy In The House Of Love by Anaïs NinMy rating: 2 of 5 stars This book is described as Erotic Fiction. Having read ‘Eros Unbound’ (Nin’s erotica short stories, enjoyed greatly), I began with the expectation of lyricism in the writing too. There was far less sex than I…
Consent is a layered, nuanced thing. How do we even begin to consider it in a world where some of us are not allowed to say NO?
How am I? It’s pain like I cannot even begin to articulate. So much that I’m numb. A thick sheet of plastic over a boiling cauldron of black, festering poison. That’s me.
So I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about the pattern of my relationships, the kind of men I attract and so on. All my associations with men, the minor flirtations and the serious relationships alike follow a pattern. They’re drawn to my quirkiness, my ‘oh my God, did she…
And I finally meet a Chuck Palahniuk book that I don’t like. Fight Club set the bar, Snuff exceeded it and now Invisible Monsters brings me crashing down again.