Dear Me, Or should I say Hey You, You Escaped Alien from Proxima Centauri and Descendant from a Species of Apes that Never Existed, What's Up? Yes, Yes, I know what your answer will be - the sky, the temperature in Delhi, and the pitch of those TV reporters who make a light drizzle sound like a torrential storm that is evidence of God's wrath on mankind! I hate that question as much as you do. But I just thought you may know how to answer it better than me. How does this work anyway? Me talking to you, who in reality is me. Am I supposed to refer to me as 'me' or as 'you'? And if I am me, who are you? And if you are me and me is, of course, me then (once again) who are you? At the end of it, who am I talking to? Me or you?

I promised. So I deliver. After all, Derek Shepherd said ... Oh well, I can't remember anything he said that fits the situation. Let's just get on with it, shall we? I am taking My Alexa rank to the next level with Blogchatter and we have to read four blogs every day as part of the mandatory activities. As a result of this, I discovered some wonderful new blogs which I absolutely loved spending time on. Unfortunately, since these blogs are not hosted on Wordpress, the Reblog button won't help. And while they are part of the 'From Around the World' feature I use to feature new blogs, you would have to visit them individually to read their posts. I'm sure you wouldn't mind doing that. After all, it's a beautiful day to read new blogs. ;) So here goes -

Every time we, as feminists, talk about women rights, gender equality, and other topics along these lines, we encounter many people who are equally vocal in opposing our ideas with views steeped in ignorance, myopic thinking, and baseless prejudices. I have been in many situations where I bow out of a disagreement in order to save a relationship, which often leads the person on the other end (usually a man) to mistakenly believe he has won the argument. Most times, I haven't bothered to correct them, instead seeking satisfaction in the knowledge that I was a bigger person. Often I secretly chuckle at their folly and take sadistic pleasure in letting them make a fool of themselves.