Influential Women #16: Phoolan Devi

Ahh, the story of Phoolan Devi: from low cast girl in northern India to being infamously known as the “Bandit Queen” and having multiple counts of murder on her name, to a member of Parliament in Uttar Pradesh, to being assassinated by gunshots at her own home. Quite the ride, isn’t it? Today, I’ll tell you all about it.


Binge Drinking Is Not The Problem

It was a huge topic in national news last week: people aged 15 to 24 in my country drink too much. They drink so much they can no longer do as much as walk or talk, and are often left to fend for themselves by friends after that. The government and universities have been trying to figure out how to solve the problem, and are now talking about either making alcohol a lot more expensive or upping the legal drinking age to 18. I can already tell you now that neither of those solutions is going to help.

If This Is My Future

I am told America is where the future is made. The United States of Freedom, the nothing-to-millionaire American Dream. Big movie franchises, Ivy League universities, huge science conventions. The Land of Opportunities.

The land of mass shootings in secondary schools, the land where people are shot in the middle of the street because of the colour of their skin, the land where people try to speak up for themselves but are silenced or ignored, the land of poverty and unstable social security, the land of hate crimes, the land of an elitist education system, the land in which sexism is a joke.

The land in which women are dismissed for publicly speaking up about how they were mistreated just because they have a job in the spotlight.

The land in which people are being beaten up and harmed in the streets based on their sexuality or the colour of their skin and bystanders just film it to put it on the internet.

They tell me America is the future. The violence is already here. If America is the future, I want no part in it.

  • L. Parole

A Year of Blogging #01: Having Something to Say

Ah, the life of a blogger. We all know the stereotype: some sort of (semi-)hipster sitting in a coffeeshop, with a classic literature book and a fancy ass camera beside them, while sipping a caramel latte and letting the words flow from their fingers to their computer screens. They have it together. They post regularly. They know how to keep up their social media presence. It’s exactly what I imagined the past year to be like. LIES, I TELL YOU. IT’S ALL LIES. In a few posts over the next few months I will tell you exactly what it is really like to maintain a blog.