Years ago, a distant relative of mine died in his childhood after suffering from major burns in an accident in the kitchen. I’m not too sure about the place of accident being the kitchen, neither am i too sure of his age, the city he lived in or, for that matter, anything else. There is only one bit that no fading memory can take away from me. So many times people who die leave something behind them. Some of these things are of value to others in the form of memories, teachings, and materials, too. Nothing, however, is more stirring than the unfulfilled wishes that trail about and trouble us forever after someone is gone, irrespective of whether we have known the dead personally. All I remember about the kid is that his was a terrible desperation for eating ice-cream — the decision to fulfil which was worthy of a fight between his parents — in the last moments of his short life. Oh, what was his name?
As I think of those countless times you mentioned me to people you met, of all the things in the world, your failure to forget mentioning me is what grips me.
How easy it is for you to say a bit about me and how it weighs my heart down merely to think of all the times you could have forgotten me and it would have gone unnoticed.
Many women misunderstand the idea of feminism, usually overplaying it. Here are ten times they enraged me by being hypocrites while claiming to be feminists.
Read some cool, informative comics along. …
1. …when they enjoyed reservation in college admissions but wanted a more educated partner.
Well, if you are equal, you shouldn’t need extra points for your gender.
2. …when they asked for equality in remuneration at work but expected their partners to earn more.
This one makes me laugh.
3. …when they acknowledged a housewife’s contribution to her family, were proud of being housewives but refused to take a “househusband” for a partner.
4. …when they married for money and better lifestyle but were critical of men who married for dowry.
We don’t want to create a situation where start the fight for equal rights again, this time for men.
5. …when they adorned cosmetics to create an illusion of what they were not, criticized fellow women for lacking fashion sense and suggested that women should not be judged by their looks.
6. …when they wanted their husbands to cook but forgot to make their sons learn this art.
7. …when they believed that women should be proud of their gender because they are more special (when compared to men) . (…while we have been despising male dominance.)
8. …when they were the flag-bearers of the idea that there’s a woman behind every successful man, but they also wondered how a successful woman could ever be married to a mediocre man.
9. …when they didn’t want to be body-shamed for being fat (because they bear children) but they called fat men names.
10. …when they said that a boy should know math and that a girl had many career choices.
Related content here: Why little girls must not play with Barbie dolls
To do anything
you must believe in it, and women
have always been made to believe that
they are better at certain things than other,
which mostly means that theirs is an area
and hence we celebrate the first time a
woman became anything that was not
imposed on her as her usual thing.
label and not as common a word as ‘human’.
As a child, I remember playing with “pretty” dolls. That changed my definition of pretty and I recovered quite late, that is, when I indulged into serious research after I was angry with how the world sees women. And the world sees men and women differently. When you hand a girl a doll and you let her dress up the doll and design clothes for the doll, you sow the first seeds of objectification. How the girl sees/dresses up her doll is how she thinks an ideal woman must look like and is how she would see herself in the future, constantly trying to live up to an image that is inanimate. This doll, this object that she tries to personify, is indeed what she has already seen in the movies, which, again, is not an image perfect in reality. We all know how barbie and other dolls look–replicas of supermodels. This is how we change the definition of beauty for her. But the girl’s endeavour has only started soaring… She inadvertently becomes the object and not the subject.
It’s personal taste to like a face but it’s social crime to define it as the only beautiful one. If perspective is what makes one beautiful, why do girls roam around loaded with mousse, rouge, and blush? Why do they enhance their eyes, hide acne and scars, dye their hair?
A healthy skin is a sign of good health but is instead treated as a standard of beauty.
This is how we create an implicit pressure on girls to look good, to satisfy a certain criterion of beauty, and not preserve/embrace what they were born with. These insecurities give birth to more insecurities and a boost to the cosmetics industry.
We have an obscene affinity with fairness in India. We consider it normal for boys to play football in the sun but advise girls to prevent sun tan by playing indoors (usually with a teddy bear). (I believe that playing with replicas of humans and animals stimulates emotional quotient of a child but that sure is an independent topic. )
Many mothers make their daughters believe that they indeed fit into the category of beautiful girls. They tell them they are beautiful because “they have such a facial feature”. The society later breaks the girls’ faith.
And all this happens while the girl’s little brother is encouraged to play a sport, to strengthen his body, to solve math, to show courage and bravery. Many of us will argue that we do encourage girls to take education seriously and to equal boys in all arenas. I will agree with the point but insist that it is not enough.
Some of us are raised by parents who know everything of what’s written here and yet the society, the external influence of relatives and friends dissuade the child from being anything but a girl.
From the beginning, a girl is made to believe that she is physically weak, that her final retort is weeping, that she is beautiful only if she fits in the definition of beauty. It takes an effort beyond normal to overcome this belief. A boy is made to believe that he is powerful, that weeping will make him weak, that the responsibility of earning a living is on him, that he has to be more educated than a girl, that a girl looks up to him for a better life, and that a real girl is beautiful according to the standards the society has made.
This is where we define the space for each.
What am I up to? I was always curious about kids growing up to be boys and girls, and I wondered if the chromosomes have a part to play. No, they do not. I was never sceptical that human psychology is induced and almost every human behaviour can be traced back to one’s childhood. So this is one woman’s ambition to shred this psychology and lay every detail open. What may follow next is now-insurmountable and a huge dream I am nobody to speak of as of today. Maybe tomorrow, until I have realized that I have the potential to pronounce it. I will know it by trying it and I might fail, but I have hope that something might come out of this endeavour.
As part of my research, I am bringing to you thoughts that can change how you see your actions. Since not everyone likes to read fat books, I will document highlights in short.
I have always admired Nandita Das for her simplicity and beauty, more than I could ever admire Aishwarya Rai or any other world-celebrated beauty. As a teenager, when I would see Rai’s flawless photographs spanning the newspapers, I would say, wow! My eyeballs would be out and I would stare at her perfection.
Das, on the other hand, made me speechless. And experience the sort that makes you pause and think. Her simplicity is audacious and her beauty, fierce. She is that defiant woman who just walked past glamour and made heads turn. Remember Cannes? While every actor tries to wear the most glamorous clothes and use the boldest strokes of color to draw attention to the best of her face, she snubbed the popular culture.
It’s an honest confession that I am awed by her will, the way she never brought herself to chasing conventional perfection. She has done over thirty films in various languages and if I remember her it is for her labour of love and her natural performance and the shining apathy to towards trying to fit in.
And while the subject is on, one must not dare to forget Smita Patil who detested wearing makeup at all and appeared on screen with her pimples and scars showing off. If you find someone who’s got the guts to tell it as it is, celebrate them.
My personal taste is simplicity, perhaps also because my mother lives by it and equates it to sincerity.