When he is only the man

There are days when I am infused with the urge to take shots at people, to do something semi-worthwhile with the time that I have been wasting on fullhyd, to take control of other's lives, to sit in my 'puter chair and count the only man and four women on the top charts. I take a deep breath and parody the lovely blog entry of Script Writer.

I have just now found the undeniable need to prove my worth. I have lots n lots. And, in addition to it, I am almost an FCP, a thriving art I must say. I am sexist and a proud one at that. But mediocre? Huh? Word doesn't even exist in my dictionary.

I am not the average indian female who believes that women should be confined to four walls. Why the f*** should the males be allowed to rule the world? I firmly believe in the doctrine of equality - they slogged their balls off and got all the glory and devotion (maybe also those cheerleaders on the side) and why did we sit at home and provide emotional, physical and all other words ending with -al comfort to them and their children? And what did we get in return? Just that you gave us 'something' when we discharge our conjugal duties and pat us on the heads to keep us quiet?

For a long time we did not complain. We kept our mouth shut because we knew it was a better deal but couldn't it get better than that? And then we committed a brilliant act that changed everything - we burnt our bras. Why? Because it was too good seeing those jaws drop. ;)

But look at what that one moment of intelligence got us. We no longer just sit at home. We have our money, we can cook a decent meal anytime AND we still have you wrapped around our little finger. Somewhere along the line, we allowed you to think that you are our equals, and how we tittered. We let you believe this and you didn't even get a hint despite the obvious 'headaches' when you came back home from a day spent fervently praying that tonight would not be the night for them. But seriously, I hate to give the secret out, but what were you thinking? You, equal to women? How could you aspire to be that?

The victory cannot be undone. You have brought this upon you. We wanted work, we got that. We wanted to be independent. We got that. Now we want the men to work too and they will. We don't demand, we persuade. It's not unjust either. What else will you do if you don't work?

Oh I'm a girl and I didn't lose anything. You men are bigtime suckers. You'd do anything for a woman when she so much as smiles at you. And we would want to do everything more 'cos now we've got you on the defensive and it's a much firmer, sweeter hold over you. It IS a woman's world. Always has been. Always will be. There's been no change. It's still working as smoothly as it has been. Check out the top five blogs. It's nice that we let you be up here with us, no? And to counter Bertrand Russel's words:

After the women's liberation, all of the world is happy. Hey men, you better be! It's a woman's world after all. ;)

(to be taken with a grain of salt)