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Sick Of 'Feminazis' And ‘Caste Warriors'? Read On

As you scroll down your social media feeds, you might see numerous posts about women, minorities or other marginalized groups facing discrimination. When coming across such discussions, do you ever feel that these people seem obsessed with non-existent issues? Do you lament that they are playing the 'caste card', 'playing victim', or engaging in 'reverse racism'. Do you think that if one goes looking for oppression they will find oppression? If your answers are mostly yes, this article is for you.

How Patriarchy Hurts Men And Why Women Should Care Too

Within our schools, a locus for socialisation for young people, a biased education ignores the impact that bullying, ostracisation and harassment has on boys. As a result, many boys tend to internalise emotions and act out violence in their adulthood. They are unwilling to appear "weak" or "unmanly" in front of their peers, friends or family members. What does this have to do with women? Everything.

Why We Must Embrace Our True Colours

It don't matter if you are black or white... Thus went the famous song by MJ. Here in India, it is more like light brown or dark brown. And it matters. A lot. . If you're a darker shade of brown, you were probably the recipient of derogatory comments almost as soon as your mommy popped you out. If you are lighter skinned, you would have heard paeans in praise of your "beauty".

The Layers Of Racism In India

As the Cricket World Cup began last month, I saw some posts on social media that had what can only be described as racially discriminatory content. One made a jibe about the West Indies-Zimbabwe match, asking viewers to increase the brightness of their TV sets. Another poked fun at the English-language skills of a certain Pakistani cricketer. Around the same time, incidents of violence against Indians occurred in the USA, raising a hue and cry in India over racism in America.

Racism And How We Give As Good As We Get

Every time we were travelling out of Brisbane (our last city of residence), I'd be routinely put through a "random body scan" by airport security. This diligence wasn't just restricted to airports. Even the lady at a particular store would make it a point to stop me at the exit to check my bag. The steward at the restaurant would ask us twice if we knew it was beef we had just ordered.