Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word
I asked women to tell me about when a man apologised to them. A genuine, responsible, heartfelt sorry.
I asked women to tell me about when a man apologised to them. A genuine, responsible, heartfelt sorry.
We glorify the dude with the dark past. The slightest chink in the brick wall facade that he calls a personality, is celebrated. But does he deserve us?
When a group of people say Stop erasing us, they are saying that they exist, they are not abnormal, not deserving of less.
I thought about my claim that my feminism eats these guys on toast then realised it was time to diversify my feminist palate.
Solidarity is seen as a quality used to protect wrongdoers from consequences. Everyone is made to participate as a virtue.
I saw a trio walk down the main road last night. As they passed under the street light, I caught a flash of familiar fabric swathes across their bodies. Dupattas, hijabs, masks – who could say? Immediately the thought sprung to my mind – ‘The Nightiewali Aunties’.
There is a sense that the Saree Wearers’ Club is an exclusive one, limited to women who are married or of a certain age, have a certain body shape and even they wear it in certain ways & on occasions only.
I read ‘Room’ and ‘See What You Made Me Do’ to understand why men hurt women. They were triggering but they helped me find strength.
What is it about our dressing that incites such violent responses in other people? Do we find it ourselves in response to other fashion rebellion?
In how many ways shall I experience grief? I watched THAPPAD and thought about all the people who have hit me. In plural