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Loneliness Isn’t Always Being Alone

I’m actually very good at being alone. I say that because I think people have this very strange idea that being alone automatically means being lonely. It doesn’t. I can take myself out for dinner. I can sit at a restaurant by myself, eat my food, look around, listen to music, judge people’s orders in my head and have a perfectly nice evening. I can watch a movie alone. I can go to a show alone. I can go for Garba alone and dance alone because with or without people I dance till i drop. I can make my own plans, go somewhere, figure things out and come back home without feeling like I have been abandoned by society. And I genuinely like doing it. I’m self-sufficient. I like knowing that if I want to do something, I can just do it. I don’t have to sit around waiting for someone to be free. If everyone has plans, fine. I’ll go. If nobody wants to watch the movie, I’ll watch it. If nobody wants to go out, I’ll still go out. I have absolutely no interest in putting my life on hold becaus...

Feminism - Hyper Feminism or Misandry?

hey. I am back. I had the shittiest day today, and I can't seem to shake the feeling. So to distract myself, here I am. This blog is a little overdue. I've been meaning to talk about this, but I just haven't found the time to do so.  So here we go,  I think I have finally figured out what bothers me about hyperfeminism. And before anyone starts with the “you don't understand feminism” argument, I want to make something very clear: I understand feminism. I understand why it exists. I understand why women had to fight for basic rights. I understand centuries of patriarchy, discrimination, restriction and inequality. I understand that women today are able to do many of the things we take for granted because women before us rebelled against the systems that told them they couldn't. I am grateful for that. But I don't understand why, after finally earning equality, the instinct is to use that equality as revenge. Why does the moment we get a seat at the table have to...

Coaches Don't Play

I've had this thought stuck in my head for weeks now, so let me just get it out before it rots. And before anyone says "you're seventeen, what do you even know about love" — yeah, I know how old I am. I'm not talking about marriage or soulmates or any of that. I'm not even talking about some old-timey version of romance where people wrote letters and waited months for a reply. I'm talking about the small stuff. The stomach-flip-for-no-reason stuff. The kind of thing that keeps you up at night and waiting in the day. Phone buzzes, and for half a second, before you even check, you're hoping it's them. That's what I mean by romance. And I think we've genuinely lost the plot on it. Because this is basically what "talking to someone" looks like now: "Hey." "Hey." "You're cute." "Wanna date?" Like my god, what happened to everything in between? Where did actually knowing a person go? We've...