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Oh, I'm already really angry. So my grandmother just came, and she's a lovely lady. Stuck in the 18th century, yes, but a lovely lady. She's short, fat, and manages to look like a queen with minimalist make-up and jewelry.
So why does my brother get commended for sweeping up ccokies that he spilt? Why don't I get any kudos for cleaning the entire kitchen, loading and unloading the dishwasher, feeding a bunch of kids I'm not getting paid to baby-sit (note that I have to take leave from my work and pay), and taking them to the library? No, it's, "Oh, your son is so cute/smart/handsome (it's an odd word), he yadda yadda today."
And I know I'm acting like a brat, because I know that most other people have chores to do on a regular basis, and I really don't mind cleaning up because I like to have things cleaned up and neat (also I got a neat bangle stand for all my bangles and they are no longer all messy in a box). But there's something that always bugs me about the lack of equality in India. Or anywhere, for that matter. I was reading about FGM, or Female Genital Mutilation (yes, pleasant, I know). It's pretty self-explainatory, and I suppose I should be glad I'm not African or anything.
OH GOD I just realised: WHY DID MY GRANDMOTHER DECIDE TO COME HERE ON A WHIM? And WHY IS SHE ASKING ME WHEN I'M RETURNING TO INDIA?
This better not mean what I think it means. All the new clothes and jewelry and other stuff...x_fiza_x, please reassure me. Thankee.
On the other hand, I just got a number of excellent books back from the library after my mother returned them all when I went to camp. The Possessed. Greatest book on earth (after The Count of Monte Cristo, of course).
So why does my brother get commended for sweeping up ccokies that he spilt? Why don't I get any kudos for cleaning the entire kitchen, loading and unloading the dishwasher, feeding a bunch of kids I'm not getting paid to baby-sit (note that I have to take leave from my work and pay), and taking them to the library? No, it's, "Oh, your son is so cute/smart/handsome (it's an odd word), he yadda yadda today."
And I know I'm acting like a brat, because I know that most other people have chores to do on a regular basis, and I really don't mind cleaning up because I like to have things cleaned up and neat (also I got a neat bangle stand for all my bangles and they are no longer all messy in a box). But there's something that always bugs me about the lack of equality in India. Or anywhere, for that matter. I was reading about FGM, or Female Genital Mutilation (yes, pleasant, I know). It's pretty self-explainatory, and I suppose I should be glad I'm not African or anything.
OH GOD I just realised: WHY DID MY GRANDMOTHER DECIDE TO COME HERE ON A WHIM? And WHY IS SHE ASKING ME WHEN I'M RETURNING TO INDIA?
This better not mean what I think it means. All the new clothes and jewelry and other stuff...x_fiza_x, please reassure me. Thankee.
On the other hand, I just got a number of excellent books back from the library after my mother returned them all when I went to camp. The Possessed. Greatest book on earth (after The Count of Monte Cristo, of course).