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Feminism 2.0


Yesterday, I was having a conversation with my old friend and he asked me if I was still blogging. And I sighed immediately. The worst feeling is not giving time to writing. There are so many things to be told but I just feel too lazy. But now let me make a resolution of at least trying to bring up to you one topic per month. I don’t promise though.

So, why this topic? A cliched term? I am not the one to give opinion here. The word feminism has very broad meaning. But I always look up to it and construe the same with my own experiences. I am quite amused by the interpretation of being a feminist and rolling of eyes that is freely accompanied by this topic. The word feminist is interpreted as bitch in a black suit, men-hater and who always consider herself superior, sometimes “divorced” and also annoyed at the entire world. Absolute myths surrounding the word. How many of you come across women starting the topic with “I am not a feminist but...”? I mean why you need to justify?

Today, while just randomly going through YouTube Home page, I came across a video uploaded from Unerase Poetry titled “If girls are educated”. I felt writing about this. Being a woman in this era is truly a blessing, most of you reading this are educated. Consider it as a privilege? No, Sorry, it’s a basic right. And let it be not just about education, it is about all the things.

Feminism, for me, is to be a girl/woman and still be able to live life on her own terms, choices, without heads turning ugly. The way I live, the way I dress, the career I choose, the paths I travel, the way I sit, the way I laugh, hobbies I pursue.. independent of gender bias. Wherever without being reminded that I am a girl, I am a woman.

This is not proving something to someone time and again, but getting one’s own content. It might not be necessary to be same as man biologically, because we aren’t born the same way as them. I might not be comfortable doing that stunt and it has to be completely fine. If a man pulls out a chair or carries a bag, it is not your weakness. It’s mere a matter of being human and helpful.
I am proud to say that I have been blessed with great supporting parents and an amazing partner who understands me and let me do what I want, always. And trust me, walk out if you need to get permission. Believe that you can have it all.






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