A colleague narrates a story. About a woman in his previous organization who became a victim of the all too common rumour monster. The lady in question apparently had some domestic issues which she openly discussed or mentioned at work. To stay away from home, she stayed back at the office doing extra assignments that she solicited, got herself involved in cultural activities, Fun Clubs etc. And the rumours started. Loose woman, she’s going around with someone in the office, she’s available… I don’t need to explain. The situation got so bad she had to quit.
The colleague who narrated this had finally ended up helping her get a new job so she could get away from the previous office and start a blemish-free life. She would obviously walk on egg-shells, watch her step, be a recluse, and stop getting involved in Fun Clubs and cultural activities. Then she would probably go back to being the cultured Indian woman that she was supposed to be in the first place.
I am not even going to go into what-if-it-was-a-man chant. It would be pointless anyway. What would I accomplish? Who would I change? The most I can hope to gain is to get my frustrations out by talking about it in a blog that nobody even knows about, let alone read.
Maybe about a couple of hundred years later, one might be able to buy ready-made penises. Stick one on your crotch and then you are immune to rumour mills. In fact you would be lauded for your exploits. A woman with a stick on penis can stay back late at work and she would then be appreciated for her hard work, and not viewed with suspicion. If she dances or sings, she would be appreciated for partaking of the pleasures of life. She would not be suspected of having loose morals as long as the penis stays on.
The colleague who narrated this had finally ended up helping her get a new job so she could get away from the previous office and start a blemish-free life. She would obviously walk on egg-shells, watch her step, be a recluse, and stop getting involved in Fun Clubs and cultural activities. Then she would probably go back to being the cultured Indian woman that she was supposed to be in the first place.
I am not even going to go into what-if-it-was-a-man chant. It would be pointless anyway. What would I accomplish? Who would I change? The most I can hope to gain is to get my frustrations out by talking about it in a blog that nobody even knows about, let alone read.
Maybe about a couple of hundred years later, one might be able to buy ready-made penises. Stick one on your crotch and then you are immune to rumour mills. In fact you would be lauded for your exploits. A woman with a stick on penis can stay back late at work and she would then be appreciated for her hard work, and not viewed with suspicion. If she dances or sings, she would be appreciated for partaking of the pleasures of life. She would not be suspected of having loose morals as long as the penis stays on.
2 comments:
its terrible that we r forced to live under such mysogynist double standards...what u write about is a worldwide phenomenon.
I for that matter refuse to give into skam values as honour, 'shame', repectability etc .
Im proud of what i do, when i do it and with whom i do it.
...and it is not determined by having that extra bit of boneless flesh.
It really pisses me off to try to imagine the number of personalities that have been altered by now just to conform to ths ditat..
Even though I'm usually busy fighting the world...sadly there have been times when I've felt like hoisting the penis myself...On to me that is!
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