Dear Diary,

Hey sup :D

My week started out pretty glum,..corona news, menstruation etc...I spent like 10 days worrying why my period wouldn't come, then once it came, the pain just wouldn't stop and gulped my customary cocktail of pain killers. I heard zomato introduced menstrual leaves for women. Some women are complaining that it is an excuse for women to exploit leaves or it promotes worklife inequality. I have nothing to tell those women, maybe for one cycle how about we swap bodies and let them live in my body. Maybe they'll stop generalising things and change their mind. Women are womens' biggest enemies.

Hmm..these days I'm generally feeling bleh,.., I feel like even normal temperature water triggers runny nose for me, itchy throat, some heaviness on the leftside of my chest..Its just there. Maybe I have corona. who knows. I know some family friends who randomly got tested and got positive results. They had no clue they had it. Anyway, I think I'll be alright. I cant wait to finish 2020. I no longer read the newspaper. Corona, plane crash, landslides, floods,...life has become very hard in this state. I think mine is the last generation who remember looking forward to the monsoons. Today, monsoon means death and devastation for so many people. Everyone ignored the gadgil report when it came out, criticised him for being anti-development, but he's probably laughing now. If we weren't so reckless at nature, life would still be good right now.

I read someone on whatsapp, critising the pilot who crashlanded the airplane,..he said, like other planes haven't landed during monsoon rains..boy if only he knew what real rains look like in my part of the country, he should have just shut up and not made insensitive comments at the deceased....

and the elephant calf who they pulled out from under the flood waters...I just couldn't stop crying in my head, why did humans have to be so cruel? The gestation period of an elephant is 22 months..2 years... of care and waiting, and (s)he came out to this world finally, only to get washed away by the waters.I felt so powerless, angry and depressed. The only good thing I did was send the EIA draft20 email. I dunno how much of impact it has made, but there was so much of support from everyone on social media and everywhere on the internet, the minister even had to put out a statement about it. Hopefully something good comes out of it.

I found this strange woman on youtube the other day,..anna bey i think who runs a ridiculous channel advising women how to bag rich men. I don't know whether to laugh or be mad at these women. They're what everything feminists hate. They're everything men cite as reasons why they distrust women. Anyway, I find myself strangely curious to know their psychology... I joined their facebook group. It is another moshpit of women who live in their fantasies of bagging a rich prince charming.

Surely there's no problem with wanting to marry a successful( which translates to rich, famous, accomplished probably) man. But what are they bringing into the relationship? How can these women demand to go out with only men of certain means when they themselves do not have any motivation to improve their living circumstances other than by flashing their looks at men? They compare and talk low about men who wont take them to expensive restaurants, arrange cabs to and fro, pamper them with expensive purchases,...and yet they themselves do not have any drive in life apart from bagging rich men, yoga, vegan drinks, interior decoration, doing 'philanthopy' ahem... and bunch of other phony stuff rich people do, cause they don't know how else to waste their cash. Self-esteem is out the roof.

Maybe for them, its reasonable..the old age stuff. the woman brings in the looks, the man brings in the money. like trump and melania....but it just feels so trashy. Like the whole time, you're with a man, all you can think of is,...is he rich, is he generous, will he marry me...uughh...and what if they dump you in the end?...you'll always know it was because he found a prettier thing than you...there you go. You are only a thing. A commodity at the mercy of a man's ego.

Well, To each her own...

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Gnyt,

M.

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