Registering as a voter in India amply demonstrates how women are considered second citizens - one just have to look at the sexist checkboxes! A funny take.
Registering as a voter in India amply demonstrates how women are considered second citizens – one just have to look at the sexist checkboxes! A funny take.
So, I am filling out this form for registering myself as a voter in the elections, and I can see I have a grave choice in front of me – that of the Ms. or Mrs.
Looks like the authorities take the cause of choices for women really seriously because for men – I can just see one checkbox, “Mr”, the all-encompassing title that lets you know everything about a man you ever wanted to know. So I am sitting there and wondering why exactly would they want to know if I am married or not.
So let me think about what the reason could be!
So anyway, I fail at figuring it out, tick the Mrs. box and go ahead – and there you go! I have to halt again!
I look over my husband’s shoulder and he’s writing his father’s and mother’s names. No mention of a wife. And then I look at mine, and I can CLEARLY see it says Father/Mother/Husband. NOT SPOUSE. HUSBAND. So, what could be the reason for that??
I sigh.
And fill in my mother’s name.
There’s some comment in the background with someone saying, how could I, when my husband is still alive? I can hear some mosquitoes too, buzzing near my ear. But that’s just the background.
Mother’s name it is. My silent little rebellion.
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