First and foremost I’m glad to say the so-called writer’s block has been unplugged and from now on I’ll try to write everyday. No promises though because you must understand, this is coming from a world-class procrastinator.
This post is triggered by the grostesque gang raping and mutilation of the 23 year old woman in India, but the following feminist (considered) notions have been in my mind for quite a while.
I’ve come across this phrase many times and I have to agree with it, we live in a society that teaches female counterparts to not get raped instead of teaching the men to not rape. I don’t know what went so wrong that the human civilization has degraded to such extent to condone it.
Yes, we live in Malaysia where eastern values are deemed to be followed, women should be dressed conservatively and such, but is it really right to point the finger in the direction of those that will be viewed as insurgents that come in the form skimpily dressed women when they get raped? Raping is a detestable, revolting act, a murder of the mind and there is no excuse for it regardless of what drove the devils in the rapist to commit it. So no matter how fine (or lack thereof) the spaghetti strap on the tank tops or how short the hemlines of mini skirts go, it doesn’t warrant rape.
Needless to say I was pretty jubilant to read about SultWalks sprouting all over the globe. Nothing more empowering to see women to take on the male chauvinist pigs, not to mention sexily while they are at it.
The politicians that make sexist remarks, some insinuating that the rape victims asked for it by the way that they dress or how the protesting women were slapping on make up by the throngs, just crying for your goddamn attentions in the so-called pink revolution, should really be burned at the stakes for their ignorance. There is little wonder how our society are plunging into regression when we are being lead by these incompetent, downright stupid supposed leaders. Truly a classic case of the blind leading the blind.
Look, I’m not a bra-burning feminist. I still want my man to open doors and pull out chairs for me but I certainly do not welcome my dressing to be dictated. Any attempts will only be greeted by extreme hostility as demonstrated by this post.
Twirling Glyphs 