What actions should HR and business leaders take to curb mental harassment at work? Share your thoughts.
So many women in our pasts... so fucking many, have suffered due to systematic oppression. It’s mind boggling that we have been speaking up only for the past 100 years or so.
So many women in our pasts… so fucking many, have suffered due to systematic oppression. It’s mind boggling that we have been speaking up only for the past 100 years or so.
The Great Indian Kitchen is the most depressing thing I have ever watched. The arrogance of the Indian Male and the Enablers of Patriarchy made me rage, and I wanted to murder every single character in the movie (with the exception of protagonist and her house help, plus that child).
What a fantastically depressing movie. I was so torn between crying and raging, and amazed at the nuances shown and the clarity with which it was shown. At times, the movie felt almost boring at the repetitiveness, but isn’t that what a woman’s life is? As the maker of this film, Jeo Baby says in this Quint interview, “We purposefully made it like that because we wanted to get across how repetitive and endless the woman’s job is. That’s why we used lengthy shots and that’s the actual reality in the kitchen, a woman mostly is alone in the kitchen.”
Don’t get me wrong. I LOVED the movie; a fantastic one that everyone should watch.
That movie is my mom. My aunts. My neighbors and friend’s mother’s and my teachers and professors and every woman I have known. Either they were frustrated and alive, OR they were unaware and alive, but the narration holds true for every single woman. The outliers have been systematically shamed, and thus this narration holds true for them also.
Look at the sheer audacity of our collective Indian men. They bring a girl into the house very generation, so that every generation can live in leisure.
The expectations are set even before the girl comes in. The enablers are women themselves, whether it be the mother-in-law who let it happen, the mother who told her to find the benefit in the new routine, the aunt who came to do the work when she couldn’t… men have trained and conditioned the women around them to step in and provide what they need, if the woman fails. The shaming and guilt tripping is not subtle, but still, unnoticeable.
Is the MIL gone? Daughter in law will do it. Is she gone? Then the house helper will do it. Can she not visit? Then the women relatives will do it. I cannot even. How did this movie not get buried? How is it that every woman I know is talking about it? I notice that there is no commentary, as usual, from men. And even some of the women I know focus on the difficulties of cooking shown in the movie, rather than seeing the movie for what it is- a stark naked, unadorned look at patriarchy.
I cannot find pretty words to write this. I cannot be poetical or form deliberate sentences or check my grammar or anything… I am overwhelmed with emotions that we, as a collective species, have done this to ourselves. So many women in our pasts… so fucking many, have suffered due to systematic oppression. It’s mind boggling that we have been speaking up only for the past 100 years or so.
And yet… and yet the movie leaves out so much. It leaves out the curd my mom sets before sleeping. It leaves out the grocery my aunt buys. It leaves out the rush with which my teacher used to take the last bus to go home. While it shows the dripping sink, it leaves out the utensil drawer which doesn’t close, that loose tile on which my toe gets caught, that power outlet that doesn’t work, that fridge door that needs to be closed just so or it won’t stay put, it leaves out the unsharpened knife, that one burner whose lighter doesn’t work…
And why? Because this movie is the tip, and we can never fathom the whole massive iceberg under the surface. Just like that dripping sink, the man will never see it. And it has been ever the woman’s lot to suffer.
Women's Web is an open platform that publishes a diversity of views, individual posts do not necessarily represent the platform's views and opinions at all times.
Stay updated with our Weekly Newsletter or Daily Summary - or both!
I wanted to scream with excitement that my daughter chose to write about her ambition and aspirations over everything else first. To me, this was one of those parenting 'win' moments.
My daughter turned eight years old in January, and among the various gifts she received from friends and family was an absolutely beautiful personal journal for self-growth. A few days ago, she was exploring the pages when she found a section for writing a letter to her future self. She found this intriguing and began jotting down her thoughts animatedly.
My curiosity piqued and she could sense it immediately. She assured me that she would show me the letter soon, and lo behold, she kept her word.
I glanced at her words, expecting to see a mention of her parents in the first sentence. But, to my utter delight, the first thing she had written about was her AMBITION. Yes, the caps here are intentional because I want to scream with excitement that my daughter chose to write about her ambition and aspirations over everything else first. To me, this was one of those parenting ‘win’ moments.
Uorfi Javed has been making waves through social media, and is often the target of trolls. So who and what exactly is this intriguing young woman?
Uorfi Javed (no relation to Javed Akhtar) is a name that crops up in my news feeds every now and again. It is usually because she got trolled for being in some or other ‘daring’ outfit and then posting those images on social media. If I were asked, I would not be able to name a single other reason why she is famous. I am told that she is an actor but I would have no frankly no clue about her body of work (pun wholly unintended).
So is Urfi Javed (or Uorfi Javed as she prefers) famous only for being famous? How does she impact the cause of feminism by permitting herself to be objectified, trolled, reviled?
Please enter your email address