The Slut Walk and Me

I am all for freedom, but along with that comes responsibility.

I am all for gender equality.

But I am a writer by temperament and words to me are tangible living things.  They have power, to change the world, to burn to destroy and to bring happiness.

Being a curious person (and also because I spent most of my student years looking out of windows) I also gaze out of the window when I am driven to office and driven back home.  I see things … (no – not dead people like in that Bruce Willis movie) but I see people when they are at their natural best.

And I can not help wonder …

It is normal to see a guy hold his penis (yes, I will use the word) and urinate on the road, oblivious to the world going to work.  It is a part of his body and he feels no shame about it.  He does not care a damn about peeing on the road either.

Who is the slut here?

It is hard to find a guy not scratching his scrotum in public.  Or even farting or burping in public.  It is hard to find a man restrain himself from scratching his butt.

Who is the slut here?

Thing is that they are proud of their body organs and treat them as just that – body organs.  The functions like burping or farting are also a part of body functions.

They have not been taught to be ashamed of these things or exercise restraint.

I remember my elder son once telling me in shocked tones, “You know, that shop keeper?  He ate his food, rubbed his belly and burped loudly.  I could see a piece of palak in his mouth.  Disgusting”

I remember replying “That is just because he has not been taught better”

In my current frame of mind I feel that may be us women have been taught worse ..

We have been taught to be ashamed of our body functions.  We can not stop a bus for a pee break even though our bladder would burst.  We would die a million shameful deaths before we get the guts to do so.

We will not be caught dead touching our private parts in public.

So why in heaven’s name should we call this march a slut walk?

Words have power.

This is a walk to reclaim our self respect.  To reclaim our own rights over our bodies and the independence to decide what we cover it with.

I can not be a part of a slut walk.

I am not slutty.

What I want to be a part of is a walk of like minded women and men, who acknowledge that a woman has rights over her body, which she can clothe the way she wishes to (within norms of decency).  I want to be a part of a walk of liberated souls who state that a woman’s womb is her own, and she decides when and to how many children she gives birth.  And a walk that awakens the public to the fact that a woman is not a repository of her clan honour, her father/brother/husband’s izzat or pagri.

Any takers for that?

An awesome post “In Defense of Sluts Everywhere”

Role Reversal

Em woke up and stretched languidly and then looked around. Her eyes fell on Y asleep next to her. A well placed nudge in the rear woke up the prone figure. Y quickly hopped out of the bed. A slight frown reminded him of his duties. He quickly scurried towards the kitchen to start the morning repast. The full bladder would have to wait. Relief would come later once Em’s needs were satisfied.

Em looked after the departing figure distastefully. Really Y would have to get his act together. He was failing to excite Em. He was too tame, the thrill was missing. Em was overcome with a strange sense of restlessness. She wanted the thrill, the excitement of the hunt and the taming.

The repast was on the table when Em came out, fully dressed. Y was busy setting the steaming cup of caffeine next to Em’s plate. Em picked up the newspaper to avoid looking at Y’s drab figure. So boring …

Em hastily finished the morning repast and rushed out. In the open she kept its eyes on the road. Soon she spotted him, dressed in shorts and a singlet. What a man! He walked around with his chest thrown out and his butt moving in a very sensual way. His body language said that he was hot and available. He must not be owned by any one.

Well, he was free to be hunted.

She felt a flush of heat in her genitals. My God! She was wet just looking at this man! This was the thrill stupid Y could not give her. That poor creature went overboard to please. It was useful, but not sexually exciting. She wanted the challenge.

Em took a photo of the man on her cellphone. She would look him up, find out all about him. She smiled a huntress’s smile. The thrill was back in her life.

She rang up home. Y picked up the phone.

“Honey I will be late today. Don’t keep dinner for me. Something has come up”

The hunt was on ….

Patriarchy and the fear of the feminine

There is a deep rooted fear of the feminine in the male psyche.  This fact has been noted and observed by many eminent psychologists.  Men fear women and this is the root cause of gender wars, this is an established fact.  Our psyche has been shaped by ancient religious books.  The Bible shaped the western world, and it was a documentation of the times that existed a thousand years ago.  Under the Torah and the Talmud, gender roles as ascribed to men and women were rigid, those prescribed norms define the western culture.  Our gender roles have been defined by Manu Smriti and the world as Moses saw …

The point is that should be define ourselves by age worn concepts and tattered parchments belonging to a time long ago?

It has not brought any peace and happiness to both the genders.

“Traditional gender roles” were not written by God.  They were the best way to survive in times of the ancient Israelites and the ancient Hindus at the time of Manu.

They instilled a fear in men of the female principle.

I feel that men are more affected by this than women.  The reason is that women are fighting not within their minds but against the fetters of outdated restrictions that chain them.  Their fight is outward.  Men are fighting in their minds.  First, is the process of dis-identifying with the female.  It is a process which male children use to distance themselves from their mothers, the breast they suckle upon.  This leads to their negating their own feminine side.

Then they try to fit in and become capable of achieving their traditional gender role, that of success, power and restricted emotionality.  It is strenuous, it is harsh.  They can not even cry when they hurt.  It is not “appropriate” behavior.  So they fight or attack when they actually want to shed tears and express pain.  In their minds they equate emotional intimacy, vulnerability and emotional dependency as weakness.

Carl Jung observed this and in his papers (1953-54) coined a term “anima” which he said represented the feminine side of men, the part they did not allow to integrate into their personalities easily.  Another eminent psychologist Horney said “men dread women and attempt to distance themselves from the feminine”

Why do they do that?

The reason is evident.  Any soft and emotional boy will be beaten up by bullies in a school play ground.  Men trying to be feminine will be subjected to harsh punishment for betrayal of their gender role.  This is how patriarchic society functions.

And why does patriarchic society fear the feminine?

First, it does not want power to devolve to women.  Its role would be over if that happens.  They fear the stronger instinct to survive, the child bearing capabilities and the multiple orgasms women have.  There was no effective method of contraception or abortion.  So just like ancient man tamed earth to plant food, ancient man built walls and put the women in those fenced walls, as mothers, sisters, daughters, so that he would not have to feed children not born out of his sperm.  Virginity also became a desired virtue for the aforementioned reasons.

And women who did not conform became subject to derogatory terms (all dealing with their sexuality) like slut, whore, chudail, raandh etc.

We live in times when we know that characteristics like emotional awareness, the new term E.Q. (emotional quotient) etc. do not belong just to women.  Men have it too. The masculine ideal with its purported fear of feminine characteristics and the potential collateral fear of women seems to be outdated.  We need to evolve now.

Even if our patriatchic society sanctions some horrible things, I would like to state the following :

Women own their bodies, those are not to be subject to rape (as a method of controlling them).  Women and their bodies should not be subject to derogatory terms, and women are persons, not repositories of clan or family honor.  So let us end these honor killings, the suppression, the violence against women.  All men display when they indulge is such behavior is how deep rooted their sense of inadequacy, their fear of the feminine is.

I really wish that within my lifetime, men learn to integrate their feminine side and be comfortable with it.  It would be the first step towards destruction of the patriarchal society

Answer to IHM’s question

How would you answer the question

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, so is perversion. Is a woman forever stuck between her desires and the moral healthiness or progress of a society?

I got this question in my mail from the one and only IHM. She has the knack of pushing all the combative buttons in my feminist psyche.

Deep deep breath, as I remind myself, I am not a feminist, I like men and love my two sons to bits.

See, this is the inherent problem here. If you protest against injustice and the skewed gender equality you are labeled a feminist/a lesbian/a dyke, a man hater and what not. If you don’t, you end up harming your own sense of self respect.

So what does one do?

Does one pick up a board like Shah Rukh Khan and march to meet the President and announce “I am a woman and I am not a terrorist erm feminist!”, eh?

And sadly our President is a woman ….

and young girls get shot by stalkers in broad daylight

6 year olds get raped and beaten up

The Delhi Chief Minister (again a woman) thinks citizens should police the capital while police men sit in the thanas and draw their salaries without doing anything. Shucks! O tempora, O mores ….

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, I completely agree.

Perversion is in the mind of sick people, not in the eye.

A woman is a human being, first and foremost and she has the right to have desires and to fulfil them. Even if the desire is for a pair of stilettos, or a drink with friends in a pub. And yes, I long for the day when a woman can kiss her lover in public and not be labeled a slut. These are simple human desires. Not unnatural or kinky. They don’t harm any one.

Sadly the truth is that women do not even have the right to enjoy a portion of the money they earn and bring to the family coffer. If they do, they are made to feel guilty. I have seen homes where a woman who takes a nap in the afternoon or sleeps before the family goes to bed is labeled lazy. That is after she has catered to the family the whole damn day apart from working in an office.

A woman is not a piece of toilet paper to be employed to clean up shit. Neither is she single-handedly responsible for the moral healthiness of the society. She is responsible equally as a man.

Why does she have to be held responsible alone?

And does her wearing jeans, smoking and drinking, even wearing a sleeveless top or showing her cleavage harm any one? Is she shooting people? Raping people?

Women do not hold up the progress of the society any more than a man does. She alone can not make the society progress either.

Why do we put such burdens on one sex and leave the other to walk free?

Now a question from me …

Are we implicitly admitting that MAN is the WEAKER sex? Is that why women are to bear the burden of keeping society healthy, making it progress?

O C’mon men are strong, they are responsible. The men I have had the privilege to meet, interact with, love and nurture are good human beings. They are caring, they help out and they fulfill their part of the gender equation.

I think if our society has sickos like the stalker who is much in news these days, the society should treat the person like an aberration and not do men and women a disservice by stating directly or indirectly that women should be responsible for all that is good in the society and reduce ALL men to being the dregs of the society.

P.S. This is my blog, my personal property. People who are trying to muzzle blogs and citizen voice can go take a hike. Any one who can operate a computer and go on the net exercises his/her freedom to read and visit any blog. If I hurt anyone’s sensibility, the person can chose not to visit my blog. Of course I annoy people, I even disparage things I don’t like, my attitude may inconvenience people, they may accuse me of blaspheming against prevalent social norms. Grow up Government, every one does all the above from time to time. it is the human condition.

What Men Want

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I actually researched for this blogpost! In simpler language, it means that I asked my sons what they want in life ….. (and from the ladies in their lives! :P ) Damn, the replies were interesting!

1. Peace and quiet …. humph! Considering that both the women in the house go out to their respective offices, the only noise in the house is made by them and them dratted dogs.

2. A simple life. Now this one was a hoot. A simple life means a 70 inch TV in the bedroom, with Sports on, beer and chicken tangri on the side. Oh yes, the wife and mother are not allowed to get to the remote.

3. Men want to scratch their balls without their women cribbing about it. Yes, it is a physical problem and they are dealing with it in the only way it has to be dealt with, so look the other way ladies!

4. Men understand that their women are not little girls. They can open doors and even put the toilet seat down when they need to use the loo. Stop cribbing.

5. While on the subject of cribbing, men would like it very much if they asked a girl “How was your day?” and get a one word reply “Fine!”

6. Men think that today’s women are strong, bold and beautiful. They would not mind it if they also paid for some of the meals they ate together. While on the subject of independence men want a woman who is not demanding, does not get clingy all the time, has her own life and likes it that men do too.

7. Men would like the woman to not nag, which means that not comment about the weight gain, back seat drive or even doubt their ability of getting anything done.

8. Ultimate desire for male equality ….. GPS in a male voice.

9. Men would like to be able to buy the latest Gizmo without having to explain to their women why they need it.

10. WWE and TNA is not Neanderthal. It is sport. Guys would like ladies to please understand that.

11. Men want women to learn how to accept compliments. If a man says that you are looking hot, the reply is not, “Oh, but I have put on weight”, or, “Oh but this color is so dull.” The correct reply is “Thank you”.

12. The only thing that looks good on the German Shephard is a collar with spikes. Do not dress up the dog in a cute poncho or make it wear ear rings and tiara.

13. Shorts and tanktops in the bedroom=Ossumness, second only to wearing skin and a wide smile. No granny nightgowns please

14. Porn is good for mental and emotional health. Do not make a face.

15. Men want to be able to check out the hot stuff in the room without their partner throwing a hissy fit. It is just like window shopping for women. They are just programmed that way.

16. Please pick up some recipes from my Mom! (This one is from the foodie in the Phoenix House aka Kid#2)

Emosanal attyachaar : The Yin and Yan of it

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Sourav tagged me on Facebook and requested me to vote for his emosanal attyachaar post.  I voted (my default mode is nice) before I read it.  Gotta work on my default mode.  He has this pic up saying “Love Sucks”.  Really?  Soch Lo!!! Unless you’re having oral sex, love does not suck.  It shakes you up, goes through your bank balance like a tornado and sky rockets your cellphone bills but love does not suck at all.  I promised him a rebuttal.  He is sweet and said “Yeah, why not?”  Sourav, sweetheart here is my rebutt.

A.   I have bad taste in men.  I think this comes from the simple fact that I can not respect a guy who I can walk over.  And I am fiesty, spunky and generally have a mind of my own.  This mind of mine leads me into more trouble than any external circumstances could.  In fact my mind has got me into more trouble than my 38Ds and my charming looks.

Consider this …. I get into college and I get ragged.  The guys wanted me to tell them how I knew that my Dad was my Dad.  One single me and about twenty seniors (mostly boys)  surrounding me.  I was into my blush deeply and peer through my eyelashes act.  I was reveling the male attention and a good boy came and championed me.  He shooed away the guys.  Heck I did not need rescuing.  I have always been able to take care of myself.  What a downer.

Conclusion – girls are self sufficient, and “nice guys” can just somehow kill their party, so don’t help unless asked to.

B. Me and ex decided to split up.  I mean it was quite fair.  He kept his parental abode and I kept the kids.  I agreed to not ask him for money provided he got him and his family out of my life.  All this happened in saner moments when we were not screaming, calling each other names and breaking all the crystal and china in our home.  Yeah, we are mature people like that.  So ex moved to foreign land and I moved into another colony.  Ex’s friends (many of them) decided that they could console me and have me cry on their shoulder and seek solace in their beds.  And you know, each one of these smart men thought they were being discrete and their intentions were sooo honorable!  Talk about libido taking over your common sense.

Conclusion – girls are intelligent and “dumb guys” just need to think beyond their dicks to realize that women have brains too

C.  Nice is wishy washy, it can not disguise the fact that men are stronger than women and have advantages – their strength and (what pinches more) tradition.  When they try to do the nice guy act ….. Its like making a bear wear a bugs bunny dress.  The bear is still there and looks silly chomping carrots.  Women deeply distrust the bear, but find the bugs bunny dress cute.  But at the end of the day its all drama.

Women want a man who is strong, but he should work his muscles in the gym/ shifting furniture/opening the hard to open jars.  Women do not want him to do a Rahul Mahajan on their bodies.

If by “nice guy” you mean the kind that grovels at a woman’s feet ~ dude how low would you want to stoop for a fuck? And if by nice guy you mean the sort that let’s a girl walk over him ~ you simply won’t score.  A girl isnt gonna sleep with you if you let her walk over you.  C’mon be a man, be yourself, be the one who a smart, savvy and liberated woman would love to be seen out with.  No one owns any one in this day and age.  We partner the person we care for.

Conclusion – girls and guys are yin and yan.  No one needs to play games or sign ownership papers

Sourav, this is my rebuttal, I tag you on this

P.S. : I stand by all that I have written – but it is my opinion.  If there are folk who don’t agree with this …. folk you simply have bad taste.

Wish

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Purva was aware that people thought she was not too bright, but that was not something that she could help.  She had been this way since the time she had fever as a child.  But she was beautiful, and the only child of a very rich and powerful man.  Her father was aware of this lack of intelligence in her, and did everything to protect her, even after he had gone.  One day when she was barely seventeen years old, he had introduced her to a young and ambitious young man, her husband.  One look at his handsome face, she had been smitten.  They got married soon.  He was a go-getter, charming and dynamic.  She vaguely realized that her father had taken him up as a son and was training him to take care of  his entire business after he was gone.  She was lucky, all her wishes were granted. All that she ever wanted was dolls to dress up.  But a husband was fine too.

Yes, she had a girl’s brain, ever since that childhood fever, and she never outgrew her love for dolls.  Time flew, her children grew up, intelligent, smart and brought up by governesses, sent to hostels.  The babies grew up into sharp, capable strangers.  She grew lonely.  It was nothing that she could pin-point.  Her husband was unfailingly courteous, if she spoke, he listened politely.  He was always patient with her, but even her dim brain realized that there was something missing.  She wished she knew what it was that she was missing.

Her father had been a very rich man, but her husband made the business really flourish.  They were billionaires now.  She was so proud of her husband, and thanked her Krishna doll a million times for sending him into her life.  She wished her father was alive to enjoy her husband’s success.

Then rumors started.  It seemed her husband had a girlfriend.  A lady friend pointed out the woman to her.  She was tall, slim and smart and had the most beautiful hair.  Purva’s father was dead, there was no-one she could run to for solace.  She sobbed her heart out in her dolls room.  Soon she got used to the idea.  But she wished she was smart and intelligent.

Her doll collection kept growing through the years.  Her sons brought her dolls, so did her husband, from various parts of the world.  She would sit and talk to the dolls for hours. She had doll figures of all of them, her sons, her daughters, her father and her husband.  Yes even her ~ the girl friend.

One day, she saw him with his girlfriend.  She was attending a kitty party in a 5 star hotel and she spotted them.  They were both sitting and entertaining an important foreign client.  His girlfriend said something and he threw his head up and laughed delightedly.  She left the kitty party abruptly.  He had never laughed like that with her.  She wished he would at least smile lovingly at her.

In her doll room, she picked up the girlfriend’s doll figure and threw it against the wall, beat it up and then fell to her knees and wept bitterly.  After a while, she got up, picked up the doll and placed it on a shelf.

That evening when she walked to the dinner table, the family was gathered, laughing and cracking jokes, most of which she did not understand.  He smiled gently at her and said “Purva, our company made an amazing business deal with that important international client.  He knows you love dolls, so he has sent you a beautiful doll from Iceland.”

She smiled and accepted the packed doll.  Then she kept sitting and staring at her plate blankly.

She wished she was dead.

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Gender Stereotypes : IHM’s tag

IHM comes out with the most interesting tags.  Here is what she says on her blog

Have you ever wanted something that is considered ‘manly’ ? Like a basketball, a cell phone, a dog, a camera or a new laptop? A new car or motor bike? Ever wanted to be a pilot? A doctor or not a nurse? And the manliest want of them all – The remote! ;)

As a kid did you enjoy playing with a bat and a ball?

There was a time when books were considered ‘manly’, women authors had to pretend to be men – would you say books are still rather manly – women should want to embroider and crochet?

She has a similar question for men.  Hop across and read the blogpost.

I must admit that I am guilty of doing a lot more than this, so it follows that I have more XY than XX chromosomes I guess.  So here are my politically incorrect choices that I revel in

1. I love motorcycles.  There was a time when I owned one, and used to service it myself.

2. I can change a flat tyre by myself.  Blame my Dad for it.  He felt that a person who wants to drive should know how to change a flat tyre and taught me how to do it.

3. I change fused bulbs myself at home, I am aware that people feel its a man’s job, but dont agree with that thinking.

4. I can fly kites, play gilli danda and am a marbles champ (at least I was once upon a time ;) heh!)

5. X rated jokes amuse me, they dont shock me at all.  I guess I am besharm that way.

6. I dont wear make up unless I have to.

7. I love technology … cellphones, gizmos, even those sensor lights fascinate me.

8. I love dogs, they are the best of God’s creatures

9. I dont wear jewellery unless I have to

10. Women’s magazines bore me, they have too many skinny models and too much jewellery and make up.  Plus they are so marriage centric.

Now I have to tag people

Monika

Ramit

Nethra

Vibhuti

Deepak

Tikuli

Meghana

Manna

Bikram

Advitiya

Shilpa Garg

Pins and Ashes

Deepti Raman

You’ve Come a Long Way, Baby!

Every once in a while, either me or some other female that I know mourns the fact that we are ill treated. I dont know about other females, but I am absolutely sure that I would not want me to be a man. I mean, in this day and age, being a woman is something that is so wonderful. I can live the life I choose, marry – unmarry …. but I am so free. Plus I get a huge kick from the fact that I can earn my keep, drive, pursue a hobby and give birth to kids. That makes me feel strong and superior.

But to women who still doubt the fact that we truly have improved a lot I offer these ads ….

These ads are not too old – they are just ads from the 50s and 60s, but we have evolved. If any ad agency created these today, it would be out of business! We women are the biggest shoppers, and we drive market trends. We would boycott the product and the agency too.

Now are we doormats or prey to be hunted?

A doormat or a prey to be hunted?

Everything in this ad screams paedophilia

Talking about kinky, here is another

and another

It seems that men thought that they were masters whereas their spouses were slaves … or perhaps men and women thought that way

I dont think I would buy that darn Kenwood Chef ever! And I love to cook!! Think of the ladies who dont like to cook, they would boo it out of the market!! On this point, I hate the Prestige ad too – Jo Biwi Se Kare Pyaar …. my way of thinking says, darn, if he loves his wife, why doesnt he pitch in with making dinner twice a week at least?

See how popular perceptions have changed through time? We have come a long way baby! We arent where we want us to be but we are getting there!

Talking about ads in the 50′s and 60′s, here are a few that are so idiotic that one can only shake one’s head and wonder

The world has truly changed. Thank God its 2010, not 1960!

Adam Teasing

She ran back to the hostel, tears streaming down her cheeks. It had all started as an innocent morning walk – her thighs were getting flabby and she needed to exercise. While she was walking back uphill, a young boy with milk cans tied to the back of his cycle pedaled furiously downhill.

Her mood was serene. The early morning walk had cheered her up, and she continued to climb, she could see the gates of her college hostel. The boy came near her and the assault was unpredictable. He just put out his hand, it connected with her breast with vicious force. He yanked and fled. Her breath was knocked out of her body as she fell to her knees. The pain was unexpected and severe. Tears started falling as she got up and fled to the hostel.

“Karuna what happened?’ asked Supriya. She got furious when her shy and timid friend told her what had happened. They were at the breakfast table and the way she attacked the eggs and porridge bode death or worse for the hapless boy.

“Listen girls we are all going for our morning walk tomorrow” decreed Supriya in a tone that meant business. The rest of the girls all groaned. At 18 years of age, sleep is bliss. Getting up at 5 a.m. is totally unfashionable. But no one had the guts to oppose Supriya.

At the crack of dawn, five young girls dressed in sneakers and jeans exited the gate and got marching. They were sullen and sleepy on the way downhill, but fresh air did wonders and they were smiling on the way back. They even cracked jokes and wondered why they did not do it more often. They quite forgot their reason for this walk. Sure enough, as soon as they were nearing the hostel gates, the boy came swooping down.

Supriya had been waiting for the moment. He came down and stretched out his arm. Supriya side-stepped and pulled his hand down hard. The boy lost balance and tumbled down and so did his entire stock of milk.

The girls did not wait to admire their handiwork. They laughed delightedly and fled to the safety of their hostel. For once they had actually tasted victory against their countless male oppressors.