R.F.Kuang’s ‘Yellowface’ takes me on a whirlwind ride of my own darkest instincts, in the hands of a deeply unlikeable narrator. What a rush!
When the world doesn’t make sense, a dream shows me the truth. I had one last night that brought me resolution from the pain of many decades.
She isn’t fighting for a seat at the table. I already did that. She’s fighting me for my seat. Internalised misogyny dates back all the way to Elektra.
She did what she thought was right. And so did she. So did I. So did they. It all still went wrong. Who can tell us why?
A decade I ago I pondered the question, “Can a man be a feminist?”. Has my answer changed since then?
I do not fight territory battles over people because people are not property. The Jealousy Game, I won’t play. How do I deal with others who want to drag me in?
Body image is all over social media. I saw a meme depicting a curvaceous cartoon woman with the caption: “To all girls who die for a ‘ZERO FIGURE’, Sweetie remember real men go for curves, only dogs go for bones.” I looked it up and found a Facebook page dedicated…
There is a certain kind of woman I’ve been noticing – The woman who can’t decide it she wants to be the Nice Girl or the Business Skirt.
Growing up female means escaping identity boxes & those who embrace them at your expense. The Princess trope isn’t a nice one, when you’re the girl standing next to her.
The biggest propagators of male chauvinism are women. Yes, read that again. Why do a lot of men behave like they’re God’s gift to the world? Why do they live their lives in self-absorbed, unbelievably deluded over-confidence completely unrestrained by conscience or empathy for the opposite sex? Why indeed? Because…