Tuesday, January 1, 2013(3 comments)
She is Dead. But Can We be Said to Live?
Misogyny stares at us across the breakfast table in India. Misogyny sways and sweats alongside us as we travel in crowded buses and trains to go to work. Misogyny works at the desk next to us, goes shopping with us, meets us after work for drinks. Misogyny shares our bed with us at night. Misogyny stares at us from the mirror each morning. It is there and everywhere else that we must confront it.