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ishatanyways 's review for:
Heart Lamp: Selected Stories
by Banu Mushtaq
challenging
dark
informative
reflective
sad
tense
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
(this is a diary entry)
"Be a woman once, Oh Lord!" is a plea I have sometimes thought I could do for myself, if life worked that way, just so I could have the 'empathy, emotional intelligence that women naturally have'. Which they don't, it is a learned behavior.
My guy-friend once asked me why I was reading "The Second Sex" (which I am 100 pages in) and I said 'noticing women's struggles are not instinctual to me, I'd like to learn it'. Some medias that I watch are for that purpose as well (to an extent), I want to know the stories, the (un)shared experience, and eventually be more dependable.
I have tried learning it from books too, and I once asked her to let me know how her days, weeks, months (mainly the hormonal cycle) go, so I can better cater to it. But I was doing it from 12000 kilometers away with someone I have not met yet. Needless to say, it was not successful.
I cannot be a woman, I am not one. What I can do is stop repeatedly hurting the ones I claim to care about, and that too is a work in progress. Maybe one day.
"Be a woman once, Oh Lord!" is a plea I have sometimes thought I could do for myself, if life worked that way, just so I could have the 'empathy, emotional intelligence that women naturally have'. Which they don't, it is a learned behavior.
My guy-friend once asked me why I was reading "The Second Sex" (which I am 100 pages in) and I said 'noticing women's struggles are not instinctual to me, I'd like to learn it'. Some medias that I watch are for that purpose as well (to an extent), I want to know the stories, the (un)shared experience, and eventually be more dependable.
I have tried learning it from books too, and I once asked her to let me know how her days, weeks, months (mainly the hormonal cycle) go, so I can better cater to it. But I was doing it from 12000 kilometers away with someone I have not met yet. Needless to say, it was not successful.
I cannot be a woman, I am not one. What I can do is stop repeatedly hurting the ones I claim to care about, and that too is a work in progress. Maybe one day.