Baby Invisible
A woman’s body is the site of power games, moral policing, community identity. How does it experience pleasure which is an individual thing?
A woman’s body is the site of power games, moral policing, community identity. How does it experience pleasure which is an individual thing?
I broke a glass ceiling of my own, as a student representing my college on the campus festival circuit.
I thought about people who hit me. In plural. I experienced enough before adulthood. Yet at 23, when a man I loved hit me, I knew something was wrong.
I had a bad relationship with food & men. Being female meant being food provider. Social rules turned to acid in my stomach. Eventually they’d pour out of my mouth as bilious words, undigested pressure. I asked shaadi boys if they could cook before their moms could ask me. No…
If you were born in another era, who would you be? What would your personality be like? Your values? How would you survive that world? What role would you play?
If you were in drag, what would you be like? And where does the drag stop and where begins your identity?
I love a good romcom. I am a feminist. I’ve always been conflicted about ‘He’s Just Not That Into You’.
I’m still untangling my thoughts on this because I’m realising Ross represents male vulnerability on F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
I read a really lovely book, featuring a club of men in traditionally macho professions (sports jocks, nightclub owners) getting together to learn about women and relationships by reading romance novels. The premise tickled me and its chicklit style carried me through well. Most of all, I found myself feeling…
After I asked women to share instances when men apologized to them, I realised something stood in the way of men and the word SORRY. I want to believe men are as rational & feeling as women and can see the damage done by not taking responsibility for their actions….