the bus is old and loud and everything’s shaky. the window, the seat, my brain a little bit too. it’s dark outside, like properly dark, except for some flickering ढाबा lights at intervals. but the moon is shining stupidly bright. and i have all these useless thoughts in my head, but i’m just looking at the moon. because it’s so pretty. like really pretty. and i think i really like the moon.
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Forwarded from ribbon
my roman empire will always be:
“WHY WOMEN?”
from period cramps to hormonal diseases to giving birth to menopause to post menopausal depression to endometriosis, to medicines not being tested on women
to our diseases being under-researched, and our pain being dismissed
to oppression and patriarchy, so fucking engraved and stitched into all of us that once you start seeing it, there’s no going back.
dowry. r@pe cases happening so often. sex rackets. child marriage.
women being burned, assaulted, harassed, objectified- treated like a thing instead of a being, and what not.
WHY IS IT SO HARD FOR THE PEOPLE TO UNDERSTAND THAT MISOGYNY KILLS WOMEN AND MISANDRY IS A REACTION TO MISOGYNY?
even our ancient scriptures show draupadi being assaulted in a bhari sabha, I know, I know, they got punished and it was to show what happens to those who commit such heinous crimes,
but WHY a WOMAN?
maata sita ka apharan and yes, all of these show the punishment you’ll get, I get it, but why even foreshadow it? why must there be a world where all of this has to happen, again and again and again to women.
why does violence have to be against a woman to make a point?
why is “female suffering” the plot?
and then she was saved, why, WHY must she be harmed first?
why is my anger being policed, while men’s rage is normalized?
have you ever heard the guttural roar of a woman giving birth?
the RAGE you see is OURS
and it is OURS to OWN.
“WHY WOMEN?”
from period cramps to hormonal diseases to giving birth to menopause to post menopausal depression to endometriosis, to medicines not being tested on women
to our diseases being under-researched, and our pain being dismissed
to oppression and patriarchy, so fucking engraved and stitched into all of us that once you start seeing it, there’s no going back.
dowry. r@pe cases happening so often. sex rackets. child marriage.
women being burned, assaulted, harassed, objectified- treated like a thing instead of a being, and what not.
WHY IS IT SO HARD FOR THE PEOPLE TO UNDERSTAND THAT MISOGYNY KILLS WOMEN AND MISANDRY IS A REACTION TO MISOGYNY?
even our ancient scriptures show draupadi being assaulted in a bhari sabha, I know, I know, they got punished and it was to show what happens to those who commit such heinous crimes,
but WHY a WOMAN?
maata sita ka apharan and yes, all of these show the punishment you’ll get, I get it, but why even foreshadow it? why must there be a world where all of this has to happen, again and again and again to women.
why does violence have to be against a woman to make a point?
why is “female suffering” the plot?
and then she was saved, why, WHY must she be harmed first?
why is my anger being policed, while men’s rage is normalized?
have you ever heard the guttural roar of a woman giving birth?
the RAGE you see is OURS
and it is OURS to OWN.
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i’ve been getting a few messages on anon for the past few days asking me to promote your channels. and i just want to say that i don’t do promotions. simply because that’s not what this space is for. i just want to keep it genuine and personal. i believe that if your content connects with people, they’ll find it and appreciate it on their own and not because someone told them to. and to be honest, me saying “subscribe this” doesn’t magically make people join your channel unless they genuinely like it. and i’m sorry if this sounds rude. i’m just really bad at declining nicely and i feel guilty every time i have to say no. but yeah, please don’t ask me to promote your channel.
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also, just saying, every time i get an anon message, i get a little excited. like maybe someone’s talking about something they love, or sharing something random or interesting or personal. but then i open it and it’s just another “promote my channel” most of the times and i’m like. oh. okay.
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i sometimes honestly wonder how i end up writing so much here. because in general i hate typing. like, genuinely hate it.
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who is reacting without even actually listening to it😭? what if it doesn't resonate with your belief 🤨🤨
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i don’t want to bring a child into a world where kindness feels like a school subject but never really practiced. where hospitals don’t have enough staff, and a small act of help becomes a viral video instead of just being normal. where people record pain before helping. where rent is higher than people’s salaries. where trees get cut down faster than people can even gather to protest. where there’s no water in taps but everyone’s too used to it to even panic. where billionaires are going to space while someone’s dying waiting for insulin. where grown adults can’t even say sorry properly. i don’t want to raise a child in a world where the news sounds made up, where the planet is literally on fire and politicians are out there grinning for the cameras. where food is made in labs, and compassion is just a buzzword the algorithm skips. where literally everything is content. even grief and pain.
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