So you might have read about the Slut Walk by now.Its basically women raising their voice against the percieved notion of victims of sexual assault asking for it.In a society as patriarchial as ours “it is always the girls fault” and victim shaming and blaming are real issues. So how are we-the self proclaimed feminists going to address this.
Why, by dressing ourselves up in our skimpiest outfit and marching around holding placards.
I try not to judge women because everyone has their own yardstick of sticking-by-my-sisters and what comprises women’s lib. But some of these “symbolic” protests just rally against any ounce of sense and makes me question their purpose.
What will this achieve? Will the women in the Capital suddenly be free of all the butt pinching lecherous guys because of this. Having spent my young adult life there I KNOW the average bloke on the DTC bus will only enjoy the sight of parading naked ladies and rub his crotch harder against one of them the next time she gets on the damn bus. Subtle message, cultural impact-you wish!
My disdain for these shock value campaigns ended with the Pink Chaddi campaign. It achieved nothing apart from giving Pramod Muthalik-the antigonist state level notoriety. Or the put-up-your-bra-color to raise breast cancer awareness. Yes, because when all 342 of my friends read “blue” or “au-naturel” on my status message-it automatically triggers a visit to the nearest specialist or a donation to any of the breast cancer awareness charity.
Women, who are we fooling?I have always felt there is only one answer to a culture where falling in love is a sin and being aggresive or forward undesirable traits-education and being independent.
Not being undressed literally.
As someone said on my Twitter TL “Hope #Slutwalk achieves what basic education, life imprisonment or the possibility of getting lynched hasn’t taught the libidous Indian male.”
Amen to that.