women’s day bullshit

The day we celebrate all the vagina owners. Oh boy oh man! The minute I woke up today there were these unsurmountable wishes mounted in my inbox. Awaiting to tap and revert back fucking thank you. Acknowledging that they are wishing me. The discounts coupons thrown to celebrate my femininity.

Many of us get very emotional and think of how women have evolved. More or less at a certain point in the lives of elderly females they did some bitchy kind of things. Okay! Being an Indian elderly women, being bitchy was left on the backseat up to certain extent.

To all the ladies who didn’t believed in their daughters. Fuck you! To all the ladies who felt secure fencing their daughters in the home and letting their son wiggle his tail around. Fuck you!

To all the insane women who don’t dare to ditch the men around and ghost them to eternity. Why the fuck are you behaving like this?

For some, women in their lives are strength and for some it is a nightmare. So just stop this fucking happy women’s day bullshit and pls. don’t say that every day one shall celebrate women’s day. Lord!

Allow us to live a normal life. Acknowledging the work done by the women before us all in one day is extremely exhausting to see. We all are trying and thriving in every generation.

We women still don’t know how to spot that red flag you men show us flashing across. We saw Susan Winter and followed the sassy gurus but hey you! We are still emotional-whores and we haven’t learned anything like that yet.

Women in webseries and women everywhere are being interviewed. Like who gives a flying fuck. Ground reality is different.

So, I am not going to pass this opportunity to celebrate the women who’ve made me what the sweet little monster I am today.

*rant over*

& happy women’s day!