When a wave of stories about men’s atrocities began coming out a couple of years ago, she and I found ourselves shoulder to shoulder and talking. And we also discovered a mutual love of sarees, especially when personalised to our contemporary lifestyles.
This is a recap of my menstrual cup journey. I have not one but two that suit me now.
The bonds between women are downplayed, disrupted and even villified.
It is the face of a woman that the world likes to call a Strong Woman. It is a tired look. A jaded look. A bored look. A dismissive look.
I thought of myself as ‘one of the boys’ because I didn’t identify with how femininity was practised around me. I’ve come a long way. I may even be one of the girls.
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.
Play a game with me. Ready? Pick any one answer: QUESTION: What do you call a guy who makes a call at 1:30AM stoned and drunk to a girl who said she was having a bad day at 11:30PM? A. A thoughtful, considerate, caring person who is taking time off…
So he got bored and decided to create two of himself? And that turned out to be another struggle?
I was trolled last week about my appearance. Other people’s reactions brought me insights about the role of shame in their lives and made me think about mine.
I’ve noticed a new kind of man. He opens with transformation stories of how he was XYZ and uses that to excuse his lack of effort. I call BS on these guys.