Just Writing Stuff Down

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...

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...