Am I the only one that thinks its a little offensive that people still associate cowardice with a skirt? So much for women's lib?!

If you're wondering what brought this rant on, it's quite simple really. I was reading what the The Romantic Realist (Go read the post. Good fun, I promise) had to say about a recent dispute on whether or not an IAS officer can express dissent on government policies in a newspaper op-ed piece — under a pseudonym.

Now, I personally think it's best to call it like it is, and have no qualms about using a pseudonym when i think appropriate, so naturally, I HAD to take offence at a comment which berated the author of the piece, who goes by Arthreya, calling him/her a coward for "bitching about his PM in open media space and behind a skirt, sorry i meant a pen name."

The funniest thing, is that this comment was left by a visitor who goes by KMN. Did I hear someone say hypocrite? And I asked earlier, why is cowardice STILL being associated with skirts?

I'd have thought that people, at least after all these millennia, would have figured out that women are no cowards. And cross-dressers, even less so :D

(Ps. The Romantic Realist is the editor of Mint. )

It's really strange how often I feel the urge to write, without actually having anything to say. These are the times i usually go with the whole stream of consciousness thing... except that today, even that left me staring at a blank page...

It's the season to be jolly. So we were planning on going visiting. Sometime this week. Too bad "sometime this week" wasn't good enough. I'm going to her funeral later today. I've been meaning to visit her fr more than four months now. But the timing just never felt right. Do I feel guilty? I don't think so. Sad? Yes. At least I think so.
I'm wondering if I should be feeling guilty for not meeting someone I knew had been bed-ridden for months. Someone who'd reached out to me when I was a 13-yr-old, happy to sit in a corner at a party, reading. Someone who helped me realise it was ok not to be super-serious all the time. Someone who helped me — the new kid for three years — fit in in the most important circle... the one inside my head. Probably. But my rational mind reminds me I can't really do anything for her now. So I'm doing the next best thing. Hoping I can help those she's left behind, instead.

I'm not quite sure why, but I've decided I like these songs... among my fav discoveries in the past cpla months... yea yea, i know.. at least one of these has been around long enough... but have fun anyway

"I guess what I be saying is there ain't no better reason
To rid yourself of vanities and just go with the seasons"
— Jason Mraz

As much as I hate to admit this, I'm just not cut out to be a bitch. Each time I try to be mean (and that's often enough), it rebounds on me... Sure, it feels great the first 5-10, even 15 minutes, but after that, I'm left wondering, what it got me, other than a temporary high and some bad karma. So, yea.. Why does it cost me so much to be nasty? Even, and especially if, I'm dealing with some opinionated prick I've never met, nor would want to meet, ever... So much for righteous anger... Even that passes... Or am I just more strange/enlightened/bored than I give myself credit for?