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Misogynist men don't appear out of nowhere - boys can grow up to be good people who support feminism if the parents take responsibility to raise their son right.
Misogynist men don’t appear out of nowhere – boys can grow up to be good people who support feminism if the parents take responsibility to raise their son right.
In a group somewhere the other day, I came across a statement made by a lady, “I am lucky that I have only daughters and no son”. The context was how good sons can never become good husbands or fathers.
I am a strong feminist and believe in gender equality and advocate for it. Gender equality means both the genders are given equal respect. One does not have to humiliate the male gender to praise the females.
Generalization is never fair. I am all for women’s rights, equal rights for girl children, and I speak and write against domestic and emotional abuse of women; but this statement “lucky not to have sons” didn’t go down well with me.
No son is born a criminal or MCP. The way a daughter is a darling, so is the son. The way he is raised, and his family environment play a big role in shaping him up. Being the mother of an almost adult, well-raised son, I can vouch for the fact that sons are as caring, helping, and emotional as the daughters. Of course, you need to put in efforts to inculcate the right values in them.
The women who made this statement got a lot of likes. Why? What if the reverse statement was made?
I always emphasize the fact that children are angels, blessings, be it of any gender. A well-raised son can be a good friend, husband, father and citizen.
Let’s not make it a battle of which gender is better or which gender makes the parents “lucky”.
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'Sania denied fairy-tale ending: suffers loss in AUS open final' says a news headline. Is this the best we can do? Is it a fitting tribute to one of the finest athletes we have in our country?
Sania Mirza bid an emotional and tearful farewell to her Grand Slam journey as a runner up in the mixed doubles final. Headlines read –
“Sania Mirza breaks down in tears while recalling glorious career after defeat in Grand Slam’
“Sania denied fairy-tale ending: suffers loss in AUS open final”
As parents, we put a piece of our hearts out into this world and into the custody of the teachers at school and tuition and can only hope and pray that they treat them well.
Trigger Warning: This speaks of physical and emotional violence by teachers, caste based abuse, and contains some graphic details, and may be triggering for survivors.
When I was in Grade 10, I flunked my first preliminary examination in Mathematics. My mother was in a panic. An aunt recommended the Maths classes conducted by the Maths sir she knew personally. It was a much sought-after class, one of those classes that you signed up for when you were in the ninth grade itself back then, all those decades ago. My aunt kindly requested him to take me on in the middle of the term, despite my marks in the subject, and he did so as a favour.
Math had always been a nightmare. In retrospect, I wonder why I was always so terrified of math. I’ve concluded it is because I am a head in the cloud person and the rigor of the step by step process in math made me lose track of what needed to be done before I was halfway through. In today’s world, I would have most probably been diagnosed as attention deficit. Back then we had no such definitions, no such categorisations. Back then we were just bright sparks or dim.
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