Salma’s Women, Dreaming is a feminist text; a generational tale of women bound to each other by blood, marriage, and proximity.
We are being told a story; one that elevates downright misogyny to the revered status of Indian Culture.
Even in a country as inherently classist as India, a lower class man has far more power than an upper class woman.
Apart from what it dresses in, one needs to constantly monitor where the body goes, who it is seen with, and when it can appear in public places.
Male Justice has marched on undaunted, and mutated into more potent and prurient forms.
That a woman is raped every few minutes in the country is more than just a statistic for us crime reporters. It is our bread and butter.
As a woman, you are never entirely independent and detached; everyone has a stake in keeping your freedom in check. And they will never let you forget that.
As The Dark Knight Rises approaches, we ask ourselves why women find Batman to be the most desirable of all superheroes.
Female artists were given the illusion of freedom of expression but in actuality were socially restricted to painting the domestic lifestyle.
What is it about white picket fences that gives us a false sense of security?
Women are heading countries and scaling Mt. Everest, but apparently they still can’t decide what to wear.
His story was nothing new, I guess, to most working in the “biz”, but to me, it was quite repellent.