Night Out
Man getting ready for night out:
Run across shower.
Spray deodorant.
Howl at underarm chill.
Repeat on other side.
Howl again.
Yell“Aren’t you ready yet??”
Man getting ready for night out:
Run across shower.
Spray deodorant.
Howl at underarm chill.
Repeat on other side.
Howl again.
Yell“Aren’t you ready yet??”
I’ve soldiered on in feminism alone. Last night, I saw a community police itself. And it let me go back to being a person, not a soldier for an evening.
India’s #TimesUp / #MeToo movement is up and kicking. It brought…Pain. Disbelief. Grief. Guilt. Rage. And also…Joy.
D – day to D – day is just 28 days.
It’s precarious because what can balance atop slime for very long?
Earlier this month, I tweeted the following: “More and more it becomes obvious that testosterone and machismo are the biggest problems this world faces. Can we just ban men?” The reactions I received proved my point and make me firmly NOT apologetic for it. Personal attacks. Rape threats. Attack threats….
February brought a lot of gifts and a lot of lessons. Hear that, 2017? Lessons don’t all have to be hard and suffering-riddled. Well, perhaps not true.