My Inner Madonna
I almost said no and called this post ‘Not A Party Girl’. Instead, today I chose my Inner Madonna.
Commentary on current social affairs. Intersectional feminism examining questions of gender, sex, sexuality, caste, class, race, religion & other discriminators.
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…
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,…