Feminist or not?

I’m not a vocal feminist. Hear me out though. I have been accused of being in denial. I as might as well be. I believe that there is equitable distribution in society. If I am good enough then I will get what I want.

At the back of my mind I know it is not entirely true. Take the gender out of the equation for a second. If I dressed the part, spoke the part and walked the walked in an interview I am more likely to get the job over a more qualified candidate who couldn’t adequately sell himself to the panel. I get the job not only because I am qualified enough to get to the interview but I made an extra effort to impress the panel.

Does my being a woman in a skirt with high heels well done hair polished nails give me an advantage over a ungroomed woman who is equally qualified. It might. Does it give me the same advantage over a man who is equally qualified and equally well groomed? If I was applying for a secretarial position may be. If I was applying for a Trauma attendings position maybe not. This is where the prejudice or the inequality comes in. Or does it?That is the real question.

We battle with our prejudices all the time. A tattoed, pierced individual may not be the image of a doctor. Most people may not be comfortable opening about their health issues and sometimes the most intimate details of their personal lives to such an image. The above described individual may be qualified but may not be able to create a rapport with his patients because of the patient’s own perceptions of what they see. Likewise, in what most people consider a man’s job, women might be looked upon as inadequate or inferior.

Is this fair? Being at the receiving end, I emphatically say, absolutely not. If I have gone to school and I have the qualifications and I am at par with anyone else, then gender, race, sexual orientation, should not be discriminating factors.

But they are! Society as a whole is flawed. I accept that. But I am not ready to make that an excuse to rise further in life. I was once asked if I would support a slightly less qualified candidate just because she was female, since women need to be promoted. No she was slightly less qualified. In my mind, if I want to be treated as an equal, then I should strive to be equal. Once I have achieved that I should ask for my right.

In the same breath, I don’t agree with reservations. There are several institutions that have protected positions. In this country several times it is for women, minority ethnic groups, handicapped people. While promotion of this divide in society is a noble cause, I believe that providing a reservation is accepting the fact that these individual groups are inferior, require help, cannot compete with the general population. This is my personal opinion. I don’t want to be protected, I want to be accepted.

So is affirmative action acceptable? If I come across discrimination. Of course. It isn’t about just gender? It is about discrimination. Who gets to decide one is better or worse than the other? This should be a free world with no privileges whatsoever. I will accept. That is wishfulthinking. I know for a fact that men enjoy male privileges. Men are more likely to get a job because they are historically accepted as the bread earners in society, they do not get pregnant and they don’t bring in emotional drama. They also tend to get paid more than women for the same job, for the same reasons. Women also enjoy female privileges. Being a woman can be an asset in many environments, they get emotional privileges, they get maternity leave, married women get to leave early from work, women with children get to leave early from work. Those are privileges women take for granted. Is that fair?

As animals on earth, we weren’t created equally. So how do we create an equitable environment? Are compromises a good idea? Is it okay to respect that women are different from men, heterosexuals are different from homosexuals, white is different from black and yet we should all be afforded the same opportunities?

I think I am not a vocal feminist, because I want the respect. Once we have that in place, I believe the rest will fall in place.

Thought-pourri!

I finally have it. A title for when I just want to jot down some random thoughts. I have been looking for one for a long time. My struggle with titles is well known. I am going to use thought-pourri.

Sometimes you just want to write down all the things on your mind. Sometimes you are not even paying that much attention, but those thoughts affect your actions. There are times when I want to vocalize those thoughts. Sometimes words are tough to come by. Sometimes sentences are elusive, you can totally forget about  a whole post.

I have been following several blogs that will often share their random thoughts I do that too. but I didn’t have a title I could repeat. Not just a title, a theme.. well now I do.

Yeah!

Lost in translation

What we see, is not what it is. What we hear, was not said. What we believe is not always the truth.

Enough said if you know what I mean. For most part you don’t. You aren’t listening to what I have to say. You are hearing what you want to. I understand humanizing all our shortcomings, but when can we say enough is enough? How long can we explain the inaction by the excuse, “But I am only human”. Being exactly that should provide us with the insight and capability to be sensitive and sensible about the people around us. How little do we invest in the most expensive and indispensable commodity around us? Why don’t we make people a priority in our lives? Why don’t we take a moment.

Just a moment.

The unsaid words bother more than they hurt. What is not present cannot really hurt, but the mind seeks the alternative. What if the alternative was more hurtful. We wouldn’t know.

Analyzing may not be a virtuous trait in friendships. Lack of understanding is a complete failure. So why not, take a step back and really listen. I find that most people lie. Not because they don’t know any better, but because they feel obliged to maintain what they believe is the premise of the relationship.

Manipulations don’t take you very far. You will find yourself entangled in the web you create.

When did being yourself become so difficult. Stop the sham and talk to me, in a language I actually understand.

Life is beautiful.

Most days. Some days just pass by. Leaving us wondering, if we will ever make up for the lost time. I feel like I am eight years too late to write this story. Then again I get to write it. Should I be happy, should I condemn the delay? Can I ever make up for what I have lost? Should I rejoice my victory? I am going to leave the questions unanswered as of now. I will enjoy this day, today. Life is beautiful.

Twenty-one

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Twenty-one.

That is all that lies between who I am today and what I really want to be. I agree with my husband. Whatever happens will not preclude me from living my life. It will not change the person I am. It will not change my conviction, my beliefs and my strength to keep the fight alive.

Every warrior needs a break.

Every fighter needs that win to keep marching on. I believe I will find that win. Failure has never got the best of me. Success will only be so much sweeter. For once I don’t want to think of all the people that wrote me off, those that gave me all the advice in good faith I am sure, but chipped at my spirit nonetheless. I don’t want to think of all the sacrifice, pity, gut wrenching conversations.

I won’t give up. You cannot break my soul.

I want to think of the faith, prayers and hope. I want to think of what lies of ahead of me. I want to know that the real fight is yet to begin. I want to see that this was all worth it in the end.

Twenty-one. That is all that lies between who I am today and what I really want to be.

Khamoshi..

The problem with reality is that it is not one of anything. Reality has so many different truths to it. You never have to be wrong, without ever being right.

It is no fun being alone. In thought. No one knows what you are really thinking. Your fears, sorrows, insecurities, happiness are your own. What people see is what they believe about you. Sometimes they believe what they want to believe about you.

There is a reason they say little girls always want to marry their fathers. When the distance between a father and daughter increases they need some of that familiar anchorage to hang on to.

A little distance is a good thing. Information over load is ruining our relationships. There was so much we didn’t know about our friends. Yet it was easy to pick up the phone to say hello. Now we know without really knowing and the hellos are not being said anymore.

* Khamoshi-It means silence ..I think in the setting of a gathering or a crowd. I have used it based on the movie about this young girl who has a beautiful voice. She comes from a family of deaf and dumb parents. The struggle she faces with her own reality though not very deeply studied in the movie are pretty apparent.

The Fighter

Today needs to be celebrated. I believe. I have done something I didn’t think I had it in me to do. Part fear, part inertia, part frustration. All excuses. I once read some place, stop finding excuses not to do something, start looking for ways to overcome the obstacles. So I have. Taken the leap: of faith, my judgment. I hope to live the day to tell that story. If not to you, to myself. Somethings are important. Perhaps very important, even if they are only important to ourselves. Those things matter.For good reason.

* Yup based on the movie.

Originally started on November 16th 2011

There is a thing about this blog. I am not sure exactly what it is, but I am not ready to let go. It could be that it reminds me there is one thing I have been successful at. If this is what you can call successful. Without the judgment about its quality or quantity, I am going to enjoy a smug moment. 5 years and counting. Yeah baby!

It is time for a few changes. I have been struggling to make those changes. Even accept that I have to make them. Denial can be a big deterrent in progress.  Time comes when the strongest of compulsions for denial have to be acknowledged. The freedom felt thereafter is sweet. You know what I am talking about.


Today I have no idea what I was talking about then. That is the sad truth about those moments. They pass. I wish I would do better about my thoughts.. Going back to publishing my unfinished posts..

Hump day

It is discomforting to see all black on your favorite sites. I get the reason. I endorse the fight.I miss the freedom.

I became the adult all too suddenly. I thought I could ease back into being the child I once was. That is not going to happen. I have come to a sad realization.

Professionalism evades me. The games I have to learn to play are disturbing. What needs to get done, needs to be done.

People, oh well I continue to try and understand them. No luck there. But I know this, complexes complicate lives.

I no longer have any friends. I have people in my life. Their place in my life has now become fluid as in a noun.

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