Appellation

I feel honored by yet undeserving of the appellation "feminist." I am a sanguine, a cabinetmaker of texts and occasionally, I hope a witness to our times. I write for revenge against reality but unfortunately, it hardly makes a difference. Lately I received a remark on my blog and this ‘tag’ was assigned to me in one of the comments. I don’t know him but still he seems to know me; so well, that he has already given me this title.
The article posted on the blog was based on a true story I witnessed during my visits to ‘Kamatipura’ – a city in itself, a place where every man has visited of wishes to go in his lifetime. My visits were short but it taught me how cruel life can be. For life is a bitch cause if it would have been a slut it would be easier. I have nothing against men but the mere idea of sleeping with him just for a penny to feed another man sitting at home disgusts me. I feel pitiful for those women who cannot stand up for their rights and self respect. I do not think these women out there have no strength to say NO, but do they have any choice? Many have grown there, the ceilings of those barrows are their limits, and this can’t think of life beyond them.
My stands on this issue may sound feminist but its true that we are still living in a male dominated society and these pictures that we see in places like “kamatipura’ just portrays it in a better way.