Put your foot down when you have to.

I quite often see a lot of men on the road, (behind the wheel and otherwise) putting down women who drive.
I see them assume every idiot blithering on the road, to be a woman.
I see them trash women for driving slow, for honking a little too loud, despite the fact that it is the men, who are most often than not, reckless (and take pride in bragging about their stunts on the road).

But what puts me off, actually, is the patronising attitude towards women and how everyone finds it okay to look down upon them like they’re lesser mortals.
Maybe, the society’s been tuned to think women are weaklings. Or dimwits who can’t grasp things quick.

Because, think of the times we’ve seen people asking the boys to stop crying “like girls”, and man up. For, crying apparently, is for the weak. Which women, are presumed to be.

Think of the times your mom would have insisted on wanting to know what you were up to and you’d have told her off saying she wouldn’t understand anyway.
Can you, for once, imagine doing that to your father?

And weirdly enough, the head of the family is, almost always, a man. For what joy? I still haven’t been able to figure that out.

Plus what astonishes me more is that, in most families, it’s just the father’s name that is added to the child’s. Not the mother’s. Though she, is pretty much the spine of her child’s existence.

I know all of this isn’t new. I know all of this has been in practice for ages now, and beyond,
I know my two cents wouldn’t change the course of the wind that’s been flurrying, succinct and strong,

Yet. Here’s to bringing about the change we want and, here’s to calling out what’s wrong.



Author: Annapurani Vaidyanathan

I hoard books for a living. And read them too, when I am not sleeping. I express what I think, so my unheard feelings don't sink. I like to sing when I walk, to keep shades grey, at bay. I speak like a dork, but I don't want to drive anyone away. I write what's real, and nothing fake, so visit my blog whenever you need a break ;)

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