Guilt-Reading
I hate it when writers pull stunts like that, making a book sound like something else in its title. I only bought it because the blurb described it as the male ‘Sex And The City’.
Commentary on current social affairs. Intersectional feminism examining questions of gender, sex, sexuality, caste, class, race, religion & other discriminators.
I hate it when writers pull stunts like that, making a book sound like something else in its title. I only bought it because the blurb described it as the male ‘Sex And The City’.
I came to Bangalore over 10 years back. I was falling in love. Not with a person or even a place. I was really, completely, truly committing myself to life. I was 19. I had just weathered a tempestuous adolescence culminating in my dropping out of college. Then I licked…
Being the woman taking charge means one is playing an unusual role and there’s ample scope to be misunderstood. So should a girl ask the guy out?
I wasn’t a pretty child. Oily skin, stringy hair, gangly long limbs. Then puberty came along, and like a fairy godmother, bestowed me with a complete makeover. Suddenly I had the passport into BabeLand. That was an eon ago, long enough anyway to make me wonder whether the fairy godmother…
I was preyed on by someone hiding behind the rainbow flag. It made me introspect on what is prejudice and what is instinct. The moral dilemma continues.
It’s easy to blame Raja Betas on poor motherhood . But ‘Wake Up Sid’ made me realise that Indian women are molded into a peculiar kind of motherhood.
This week’s NovelRace revelation happened in conversation with friend Rehab when she asked how to deal with a topic that might become controversial.
For the first time ever,in my conscious memory,none of my dreamsor things that I look forward toin the future with anticipationhave anything to do with a man. Isn’t that something? Even if it did take me three decades to get to it.It was so worth it. 30 is good. —————————————————————————————————–A version…
There is a new kind of man about making me rethink my notions of relationships. Welcome to the 25 year old who comes with his own tribulations.
So I’ve done the ‘date a younger guy’ thing too. Don’t I sound deliciously cold about it? A once young nineteen-year-old me, on hearing about a friend’s new boyfriend exclaimed, But he’s younger than you! to which I got a succinct, if somewhat stiff, “So?” Well, I don’t know. I…