Feminism is not for men
Nothing in this world infuriates me more than when liberals try to commercialize feminism by including men in the equation when, in reality, men are the sole reason for every plight women go through. Men are vile creatures who, at any given chance, will extort women for emotional, sexual, and emotional labor.
The commercialization of the feminist movement is an attempt to gaslight women into thinking that men are “victims” of patriarchy. When, in reality, they are the biggest benefactor. Each institution that was credited to men was built on the backs of women who were oppressed, vilified, and brutalized for centuries.
This is not the first time liberals have tried to hijack the feminist movement. The feminist movement has historically revolved around white, heteronormative, able-bodied women and men. This limits the framework through which women’s issues are defined, as BIPOC women experience discrimination as their identities are shaped by interconnected factors such as race, gender, ability, and sexuality.
It is an unpopular opinion, but I just despise how people try to shove every sort of political dilemma under the feminist umbrella except the issues that actually concern us. It’s so painfully obvious that men and liberals expect the feminist movement to an emotional therapist for them. They keep on saying they are victims of patriarchy to feed their victim complex. In reality, they are just mad that the abusive system that benefited them is now firing back. In order to properly dismantle patriarchy’s roots, we need to critically scrutinize all institutions of patriarchy (marriage, the beauty industry, the porn industry, etc.) and uproot them from their core rather than glorify and condition women to internalize them.
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Pranayam, Dilseacht, Chaverut.
Samyukta Pillai is the daughter of a British-Indian lawyer sent to New York during the London air raids in 1940. She's grown up most of her life in India receiving English education, but is more interested in the freedom of her country rather than trying to be an Englishwoman.
During her time in New York, she explores the tiny publishing houses on the streets and eventually comes across a freelance illustrator and his stevedore friend- and in this reality, they hit off. All three of them.
(And yes this is in the heat of getting a new Native American What If character so I thought why not a South Indian one?)
Also, yeah that's Malayalam, Gaelic and Hebrew/Yiddish that translates to 'Love, Loyalty and Friendship.'
Bonus:
it's based on me ✨💅🏾
I am the what if OC ya'll.
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Arushi Avachat | Arya Khanna's Bollywood Moment
The Book:
Arya Khanna’s Bollywood Moment by Arushi AvachatPublished: January 9, 2024 by Wednesday BooksDate read: December 1, 2023
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Rating: 4 out of 5.
The Characters:
Arya and Dean
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The Plot (from Goodreads):
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✿.。.:* ☆:**:. going to a relatives wedding south asian ver. - w/Sukuna .:**:.☆*.:。.✿
pairing: Sukuna x desi reader
Sukuna hasn't been to a lot of weddings, so the amount of confusion on his face is almost laughable when he sees how excited you are for your cousin's wedding.
However, he adores the way your eyes light up and how excited you get when you explain to him that desi weddings are filled with dancing and food and lots of people!
Sukuna's eyes go full blown with astonishment as you stride out of your room, wearing a red lehenga adorned with a garland in your hair and beautiful gold bangles clinking at your wrists. He can't help but lean back and stare at you, a faint smirk playing on his face as you brush by him; rushing to get your sandals.
He grabs you by the waist, holding you firmly as you walk past him. He whispers in your ear "Look at you, my darling girl..dressed like the Queen she is." His arms trail down to your wrists and he grasps them "You look as if you were made to sit on a throne" he purrs, slowly lowering yourself on his lap.
"-S-sukh" you managed to choke out your affectionate nickname for him. "I-i need my shoes.."
"Sweet girl" he murmurs. He grabs your face from behind, squeezing your cheeks and making your lips pucker. "The princess needs her shoes does she?" "Actually" you answer him, smirking slightly while looking deep into his eyes. "The Queen demands that her King put her shoes on for her." He laughs loudly, finding your demands amusing, adorable almost. Notheless, he obeys; kissing your henna covered hand and looking up at you. "Very well my queen"
The two of you arrive at your cousin's wedding, around the time of the reception. Sukuna decided to wear a red kurta as he said, "It would only be right to match with my queen." making you scoff yet blush at his act. Dark kajal surrounds his eyes complementing his magnificent dark red irises.
The reception lasts late into the night. Sukuna tastes Indian food for the first time, which he actually loves! He loves the spicy taste, not a single boring feeling on his tongue.
You force Sukuna to try gulab jamun. Begging and tugging at his sleeve. "Please 'kuna! Please it's so yummy!" you look up at him, batting your eyes, and looking at him with desperation; trying every trick in the book to make your boyfriend try the sticky sweet.
You bring the spoon to his lips, the sticky residue slightly coating his lips. He brings his mouth over the spoon, not breaking eye contact with you as he licks the sticky honey from his lips. "It tastes just like you" he breathed.
You smacked his shoulder for saying that, as a group of aunties were sitting right behind you.
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The moment finally comes, when they finally announce that it's the time to dance! You whoop and cheer along with the others as hoards of your cousins, uncles and aunties all rush to the dance floor.
You drag Sukuna to the floor with you. Laughing and giggling as your favorite song starts to play. "Dance with me!" you shout over the noise. "aao naachen!"
It gets messy real fast. Your shoes are kicked off in some random area, your dupata slid off your neck a while ago and pooled to the floor. You can feel Sukuna's firm hands on your hips as you move them up and down. His eyes watch intently as you spin around him, your red lehenga flowing just grazing your ankles, as your feet move in perfect coordination with your body.
To Sukuna, you looked just like a flower in the wind. Delicate, yet fierce and swaying with the wind. He turned his body to watch you spin, watching the pure bliss on your face and the excitement that came with it.
He grabbed you hand suddenly, disrupting your spin and causing you to be thrown into his chest as he caught you by the small of your back. "You really are a Queen my sweet girl." he whispered. His arms snake around your waist and pull you closer.
"Hmm am I now?" you smirked and slowly started to sway with him. "mm, not only that but a little minx too" he muttered, kissing your neck making you shiver in response. "You love it though." you retort, circling your arms around his shoulders playing with the back of his hair. He throws his head back, chuckling lightly. "You know I do."
sry ya'll I know that was really long but honestly I was debating if I should write a story or do more head cannons. (I'll probably do a poll abt it). constructive criticism is always welcome in the comments, i love to hear about ways to improve my writing!
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