A Bleeding Goddess
Don’t objectify me. Don’t deify me. I am not a sex object. I am not a worship object. I am no goddess. I am a person. I am a voice.
Don’t objectify me. Don’t deify me. I am not a sex object. I am not a worship object. I am no goddess. I am a person. I am a voice.
Arre ran one of my stories this week and I’m thrilled!
Can on-screen feminism go beyond the samajh-sudharak, abla naari turned Kali maa & speech spouting devi? Let’s meet some of the subtler on-screen feminists.
This weekend saw the Netflix Originals premier of ‘Lust Stories‘ – a format repeat from the 2013 anthology ‘Bombay Talkies’, with the same four directors, each contributing one story. Let me pause a minute to CRINGE at that name so you can understand why I was expecting something along on…
‘Veere Di Wedding’ caused an uproar. Why? Because Indian audiences find it intolerable for women to laugh, much less laugh together.
This picture was shot by a sweet young photographer at an Open Mic event in 2012 when she spotted the flowers I was carrying.
Last week, I drew a line and said, “I’m done. No more. Goodbye.” I have lived through the dreadfulness of limbo, the sheer callousness of men who will not spend a minute reflecting on their feelings. And you know what? It is just not that important any more. 2017 wrecked…
Yes, that’s what I said. Yes, all men. Yes, as an entire gender.
I have been a fan of the romcom since it became possible for me to choose what to watch. Now, I find myself wincing during rewatches.
This December I passed a milestone in my life and quit alcohol altogether. I am part of a culture that has mixed messages about alcohol & gender.