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Just came across a Hinge bio that says “Will make you laugh when you feel like dying because of periods”.

Can we find the inventor of Indian men and jail them?
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15 years ago, I anticipated seeing my misbehaving male peers brought down by life when their Raja beta status withered. Now I look at misbehaving men and realise I’ll see them go to miserable ends because I’ll outlive them. What a waste of life.
You know men may live shorter lives on average, but that’s not counting the days lost doubled over in pain so bad your teeth chatter and you can’t keep even water down, that most menstruators experience at some time.
Whew, dating in your 40s is exhausting. Because the men have not changed one bit except they have less hair, more paunch, a messy marriage that they pretend is over and blame the lack of divorce on the law being “women-oriented”.
Banana Leaf is sweeping new lows. Rude condescending waiters who inform you that no chutney will be given for rice ka roti (neer dosa), bring coffee spilt all over the tray and sloshing and reluctantly hand you food retrieved from under filthy plates. Not so much as a sorry.
I thought South Indians were bad at hospitality services. But nothing beats a North Indian man away from his Raja Beta godi having to actually *gasp* work, that too for kale Southies and pairon-ki-dhool women. So much resentment & entitlement and not a cell of skill or talent.
I always think of the scene from Men In Black 2.

“I get sad when it rains."
“It’s raining because you’re sad, baby."
I know I’m beating mental illness when I’m able to go to a good book store for comfort and walk out an hour later without buying a thing, because I know I have a shelf of good unread books waiting for me at home.

Today, I did.
Medication doesn’t cure depression. It seems to press it deeper in, from your feelings into your very bones. ‘Bone-tired’ is a literal description. Like your entire skeleton just turned to paste and is sinking into a puddle on the floor. Then you sleep and that can be healing.
….Butter, Tomorrow & Tomorrow & Tomorrow, Bombay Balchao, Erotic Stories for Punjabi Widows, The Island of Missing Trees, Lessons in Chemistry, Yellowface, The Chibineko Kitchen, Collected Regrets of Clover, Pomegranate Soup (2/2)
Books I currently love: Like Water for Chocolate, The Namesake, Salt & Saffron, The Pregnant King, The Kite Runner, The Time-Traveller’s Wife and The Covenant of Water (1/2)
Also realising why I seem to keep encountering violent men and spiteful women. So much fear, so much hurry to weaponise it, so little desire to actually rise above it.
Being around permanently angry people makes me realise rage & hatred both rise from fear. It makes sense why we are such a violent, hateful culture.
Who tf wants ‘a virtuous woman’ on a dating app in 2025?

On the other hand, who still believes in sky daddies of different names who all somehow drive genocidal impulses?
During all the festivals this year, multiple house helper women in my building have said they were harassed or delayed by drunk men picking fights or throwing crackers at people and vehicles. This is not faith, it’s a deliberate attempt to kill Mumbai.
Travel is not a personality.
It’s raining! Good for momma Nature shutting down the creeps polluting Mumbai right now. Literally throwing a dampener on the works. I never liked the smell of wet mud as much as now. So much better than smoke.
Ugh, the rains are returning to Mumbai. Yes, please pollute our planet more in the name of sanskar.
Along comes capitalism to say I WILL DRAIN YOU OF ANYTHING THAT OFFERS JOY BECAUSE REASONS.
That’s the other thing that baffles me about AI and creative writing, actually.

The work IS the joy for me. I don’t want to be able to snap my fingers and have a completed “product.” I want to be transformed by the process. I’m an author but I do this because I enjoy the rigor of being a writer.
In terms of process, I enjoy writing but revising????? Oh, that’s my real kink. A second or third draft???? A fourth???? Making tweaks on my desktop AND my phone???? *moans* I’m a WHORE for revision.
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Enjoying the process of writing or making music or making art is a specialised form of the universal experience of savouring the bouquet of one's own farts, and this is a deeply human experience we shouldn't let AI rob from us. Neither farts nor art.
Abbe nalayakon, bhool gaye kya do saal ke lockdowns and masks because nobody could breathe safely?