The Good Wife

What did you expect I will be?

A good, obedient girl who opens her mouth and spreads her legs when and only when you want her to?

Someone who takes your abuses like she were grateful for any kind of attention she receives?

Your girl Friday who keeps track of your unwashed underwear and unpaired socks?

A woman who becomes more invisible every time you flirt with other women in her presence.

A womb for rent- for you to put an offspring and massacre it if it is a girl.

Because your greatest fear is that monsters like you exist in this world!

Disclaimer: SG asked me to say it is not from my own experience if I read it in an open mic 😂

Book review: Killers of the Flower Moon: The Osage Murders and the Birth of the FBI

Killers of the Flower Moon by David Grann
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This is an exceptional tale of corruption and systemic exploitation of Osage Indians. The book is probably a tip of the iceberg, and the author acknowledges that. The voice is neutral, yet the horror is so palpable. You are left wondering about the atrocities that human beings are capable of inflicting on other human beings. More than the crimes, the breach of trust upset me. Wives poisoned their husbands, fathers were complicit in plans that entailed murdering their children- all for Headrights. A must-read for anyone who is interested in history as it was. No wonder, I have come across very few mentions of the Reign of Terror in history books. This was an embarrassment. Albeit a valuable lesson that we should never forget.

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Why do you work?

My mom was asked this question- why does your daughter work? Doesn’t you son-in-law earn enough?

First of all, at this day and age this question is beyond ridiculous. Secondly, my husband is more than capable of providing for me. But my parents have supported me to have an education I wanted. That commitment feels validated when I tell them, especially my mother, the continuous learning experiences I have at work. And finally, it is up to every woman to decide whether she wants to work or not. She is the queen of her house and may choose to share the responsibilities with her king as she seems fit. In fact, having a job makes life easier in a lot of ways. You don’t have to explain to asshats what you did the whole day. ( সারাদিন কি করেছ ?)

She invited it

Men who rape and butcher women/other men/trans people don’t become monsters overnight. They get the fuel for their hatred every time someone laughs at their misogynistic jokes. When their mothers say,’Boys will be boys’ as an excuse for their mischiefs. When their Gileadean handmaidens allow them to behave like monsters and get away with it. No, not wives. A wife would have been an equal and would not have tolerated bad behavior. Also, every time a woman says to another woman, ’No one would dare to speak/do something like that to me ever. She must have asked for it.’ The false sense of security is laughable at best and disgusting at its worst.

Are these the first questions that come to your mind when you hear about an assault/rape/murder:

-Was she drunk?
-Were her clothes too provocative?
-Was she sexually promiscuous?
-Did she invite it?

Who invites rape and murder?
Don’t be ignorant.
Read up real news and try to clear the toxic cloud in your head. You know who equally lose in this game? Good, decent men who treat everyone with respect.

The next time I hear someone say ‘She invited it’, I am going to lose my shit.

I know you, I see you

Girl,

I know all your hickies and heartbreaks.
Your secret stash of cigarettes which you resolve to throw every new year but keep it for one last drag.

I know how many times you went to the restroom just to cry at your work because you felt incompetent.

Your alcoholic mother brings home her despicable boyfriends who try to grab your ass when left alone. You just thank your stars that you don’t have to live in the same house.

The jealous friend who secretly hates you but who wears a facade of liking you so that she doesn’t have to give up the benefits associated with you.

The world thinks you have it together but I know how fragile you are and how tired you are to have to put up that show. Just because it is expected of you.

I just want you to know that I know you. And I see you. You are not invisible to me.