Feminist Dating - Complete - Page 35

Feminist Dating, Daily Mail, 25^th December 2017

'Merrily woman'

The story of Adam and Eve has always been one of my favourites, the banishment from heaven and then their following journey has always fascinated the child within me. No I don't have my dates mixed up, and I'm very much aware that it's CHISTMAS but I feel nostalgic.

She was the first woman I heard or read about, soon followed my mother Mary and then it just continued: Sappho, Boudicca, Queen Elizabeth I, Sojourner, Elizabeth Blackwell, Marie Curie, Mother Teresa, Rosa Parks, Anne Frank, Princess Diana, Maya Angelou, Oprah Winfrey, and the list goes on. Some have been forgotten yet their actions still stand.

Loud and clear.

What does it feel like being a woman, miles away?

What does it feel like being a woman happily enveloped in her own security?

What does it mean to be a phenomenal woman, an exceptional woman?

I say I am a proud woman; proud of my hormones and proud of my assets.

I am proud because I am a woman.

I am: Fierce. Fabulous. Funny. Feminist

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She read aloud and felt herself revelling. 'Fierce. Fabulous. Funny. Feminist and Proud' she repeated as another call was ignored from Maan. He had told her to 'shut up', an inefficient attempt to curb her characteristic and drive forward his desires which only pushed her further way. She might have the biggest crush on him, but she hasn't warranted him with a key card of insult. No man, absolutely NO ONE tells Geet to shut up.

'Geet I'm going to kill that man' Tasha complained entering her cabin with a pile of fan mail and then forwarded a blank sheet to which Geet raised a questioning eye

'The so-called important messages he has left for you' she laughed and so did Geet, Tasha and Maan shared a hate-hate relationship. Geet knew no love would be lost between the two, seeing the new act of her personal assistant.

'I hate him for making Sasha's working life hell' she continued as Geet opened an envelope and read the letter which appreciated the efforts of the paper, of the writers at the publication and last but not least, seeking advice from the Feminist herself.

'I hate that you still have a crush on him' Tasha muttered freezing Geet who widened her eyes in shock. Was her crush that obvious? Even before she could refute, Tasha was out still christening the man of her dreams with unwanted names.

TRING TRING TRING

Her phone rang once again, awakening the impeccable silent room and dwindling any insignificant thoughts. 'Dadima' she answered with a sweet smile walking up to the huge window beside her desk, it seemed like the afternoon sun was running after her grey cloudy beloved.

'So how was the date?' Dadi's smile could be heard but it was the huffing from Geet's side that caused a uncertain 'What happened?' in response

'He told me to shut up dadima, who does that?' she complained with a baby face as Dadi asked for a retelling of the date, apparently Maan had been his secretive best but what was Dadi, if not a detective in the making.

'Let him come home, I'll break his legs' Dadi shot sounding angry

'And cut his tongue too' she ordered feeling better now that she had unleashed her angry cries.