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Often, feminism is confused with misandry, and feminists are branded as 'haters' and 'angry'. Here is a delightfully strong message about what feminism truly means.
Often, feminism is confused with misandry, and feminists are branded as ‘haters’ and ‘angry’. Here is a delightfully strong message about what feminism truly means.
In a world that seems to be getting more and more unsafe for women, something like Feminism cannot afford to be misunderstood. I do not know which is worse: people who claim to be feminists and vocalize their misthoughts, or people who actually believe it and end up declaring to the world that they’re anti-feminist.
Here is a Response to Nandini Krishnan’s “Ode to an Angry Feminist”
Dear Ms. Nandini, I wish you’d see
how your ignorance borders crime.
Oh, and I’m sure you’ll soon discover
my poem here totally does rhyme.
Good god, how you made me laugh,
your views so absurd, so freakin’ wrong!
Ever bothered finding out what feminism really means?
hold on, let me sing you a little song.
This ideology just tells people to respect themselves,
surely that’s nothing you should find funny or sick?
Some need space, some need support,
I don’t see what role genitalia plays in this idea so basic.
Oh yes, he can open her car door as long as he does it for love,
not to establish his superiority or strength.
Maybe she can be a home-maker (and a damn good one too),
as long that that’s her dream, she can follow it to any length.
Every girl can be a feminist and still love to cook,
would be foolish to otherwise even think.
Perhaps some respect and understanding is all she needs,
doesn’t matter If she likes black or prefers pink.
Eesh, no, it’s not just about the tragedies and sufferings women face
as society thinks them sinned.
Read into it, Nandini, It’s about freedom, it’s about flying,
it’s about leaving them dance along the wind.
Shouldn’t we, though, be concerned about women less privileged,
those who live outside our mind’s boundary?
Poor men are oppressed too, wouldn’t dare disagree,
but how many are aborted, raped and killed in the name of misandry?
Either way, Feminism helps both, though seems biased
as women currently need it at a greater degree.
Caring we are, maybe also empathizing and non-judgmental,
so what if the list also includes “being angry”?
Trying to expose what has been believed to be right,
we aren’t here to anything avenge.
It’s all about asking society to back off and let live,
we aren’t interested in seeking any revenge.
Very misunderstood creatures are we,
though all we do is make roles, a choice.
Expectedly (rolling eyes) we ourselves end up being stereotyped
as moody, angry or a blind hater of all boys.
So, do tell me, where exactly have you been looking
to have gotten your concepts so incorrect yet foolishly strong?
Oh, I don’t claim to be an expert, I’m still learning,
but it doesn’t take a genius to see that you’re utterly wrong.
Obviously not as good a poet as I’m a feminist,
for I couldn’t pull off the ‘vertical line’.
Needless, if you’d “be a doll” and read the first of every sentence,
I hope the message still comes across fine.
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Neena was the sole caregiver of Amma and though one would think that Amma was dependent on her, Neena felt otherwise.
Neena inhaled the aroma that emanated from the pan and took a deep breath. The aroma of cumin interspersed with butter transported her back to the modest kitchen in her native village. She could picture her father standing in the kitchen wearing his white crisp kurta as he made delectable concoctions for his only daughter.
Neena grew up in a home where both her parents worked together in tandem to keep the house up and running. She had a blissful childhood in her modest two-room house. The house was small but every nook and cranny gave her memories of a lifetime. Neena’s young heart imagined that her life would follow the same cheerful course. But how wrong she was!
When she was sixteen, the catastrophic clutches of destiny snatched away her parents. They passed away in a road accident and Neena was devastated. Relatives thronged her now gloomy house and soon it was decided that she should be married off.
Women today don’t want to be in a partnership that complicates their lives further. They need an equal partner with whom they can figure out life as a team, playing by each other’s strengths.
We all are familiar with that one annoying aunty who is more interested in our marital status than in the dessert counter at a wedding. But these aunties have somehow become obsolete now. Now they are replaced by men we have in our lives. Friends, family, and even work colleagues. It’s the men who are worried about why we are not saying yes to one among their clans. What is wrong with us? Aren’t we scared of dying alone? Like them?
A recent interaction with a guy friend of mine turned sour when he lectured me about how I would regret not getting married at the right time. He lectured that every event in our lives needs to be completed within a certain timeframe set by society else we are doomed. I wasn’t angry. I was just disappointed to realize that annoying aunties are rapidly doubling in our society. And they don’t just appear at weddings or family functions anymore. They are everywhere. They are the real pandemic.
Let’s examine this a little closer.
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