Yesterday I was denied entry into a building. I was there to attend a business event, peopled by serious professionals. The reason for my not being allowed admission is that I was wearing a dress. I think the details of the dress are not important but anticipating debate on that,…
You never quite realize how much you live under fear until you break free of it. I am not scared of anybody.
I think a lot of women are programmed to play Florence Nightingale. That’s why the idea of the tormented, disturbed man fascinates so many of us. It’s a cringe-worthy but true fact that the protagonist of the bestselling ‘Fifty Shades of Grey‘ is nothing more than a self-obsessed, abusive, damaged…
I spent a crazy five months jumping back into (and subsequently falling off) the ratrace. But it wasn’t without its moments. And people. Dispha is one of those delightful ones that people never tell you about when they’re scaring you about the perils of working life – a colleague who…
Consent is a layered, nuanced thing. How do we even begin to consider it in a world where some of us are not allowed to say NO?
How am I? It’s pain like I cannot even begin to articulate. So much that I’m numb. A thick sheet of plastic over a boiling cauldron of black, festering poison. That’s me.
So I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about the pattern of my relationships, the kind of men I attract and so on. All my associations with men, the minor flirtations and the serious relationships alike follow a pattern. They’re drawn to my quirkiness, my ‘oh my God, did she…
It’s war on the Smug Marrieds and I’m bringing my judgemental nukes.
How do you find the will to go on, as an unbeliever faced with death? I struggled at my grandmother’s funeral.
I usually steer clear of current affairs, especially on this blog. It’s comfortable to sit in this nook where a woman can say and do anything, assuming that the freedom of speech and other laws of this land apply equally to her. But the past couple of weeks have really…