“I Love You If….”: The Transactional Love of an Indian Man
Indian men can be supportive, understanding, generous as long as you fit a certain idea of womanhood. This love is transactional.
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How To Love Yourself (Because The World Won’t)
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,…
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MayShortReads 04: The Battle Of The Sexes
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…
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“One ticket, please”: Why I Love Solo Dates
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.
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Dress Restrictions: Equal Opportunity Offense
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,…
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Warrior Woman
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…
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Sometimes Does Yes Means No?
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?
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A World Of Pain
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.
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The Novelty Girl
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…
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Invisible Monsters: Chuck Palahniuk – Hungover & Dissatisfactory
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.
