What Dexter Proves
How is the show ‘Dexter’ about serial killers somehow less horrifying to a cis man than having an honest conversation with a woman?
How is the show ‘Dexter’ about serial killers somehow less horrifying to a cis man than having an honest conversation with a woman?
This is a rather belated announcement but perhaps not so much considering my case. I have a new phone. Yes, I have finally joined the ranks of smartphone owners. Bypassing the Apple fad (yes, yes, I know their products are superior, I just don’t have the moolah, okay?), I’ve gone…
Remember when I pondered the question of ‘Are we ready to Facebook this’? The social network continues to twist itself around our lives (or is it the other way round?). This month, I look at ten of the most annoying things that couples do on Facebook. Admittedly, I’ve been guilty…
Marketers have noticed the financially independent urban woman as a consumer demographic. It used to be about my body; now everyone wants to get into my wallet.
My father does it. I remember my cousin doing it from the summer he stayed with us. And now, to my horror and disgust, I find the boy does it too!
There must have been as many women as men in the audience. The television was switched on an hour early, by my mother, not father. On Saturday night, the entire country, gender irrespective, celebrated India’s win of the World Cup 2011. Everyone on my Facebook and Twitter feeds was talking…
I’m a woman who struggles with the assumption that I cook. He opposes the idea that as a man he can’t. But family kitchens follow gender stereotypes.
We spend our lives organising the world a certain way. Then someone comes along with their own set of rules. Thus we get inherited relationships.
Our hearts twist and turn their way through other people’s lives and leave behind wreckage and memories.
I met a young man last year who was smart, successful, charming and good-looking. He was also single and he explained why, saying, “There’s such a strong pressure on girls to land a good catch that I can never tell whether they like me for me or just because I’m…