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Comment on Naeem Khan at Fashion Week by shoorja

shoorja — Wed, 22 Feb 2012 16:35:11 +0000

Beautiful clothes…but why aren’t there any Indian models walking these Indian inspired clothes?

Comment on From George to Jyoti: The Famous Five Get a Disneyfied Makeover by delorise may

delorise may — Tue, 21 Feb 2012 13:36:59 +0000

In this you only mentioned about four of the characters including the dog(timmy) but really there are five characters not including the dog(timmy) there are Jo, Max, Allie, Dylan, and Timmy the dog but you didn’t mention jo was a character you said that she was a owner of some of the books……..

Comment on Q&A with Outdated Author Samhita Mukhopadhyay by Micropixie

Micropixie — Tue, 21 Feb 2012 03:01:38 +0000

For some bizarre reason, I always find it amusing that people who slag off feminists often cannot spell…

Comment on Q&A with Outdated Author Samhita Mukhopadhyay by tushar

tushar — Tue, 21 Feb 2012 01:55:16 +0000

paul only ugly chicks are feminists its a fact, normal girls who can GET dudes do not have time for this nonsensical anger any white dudes out there trying to land an Indian girl, avoid the feminists

Comment on Q&A with Outdated Author Samhita Mukhopadhyay by Paul L.

Paul L. — Mon, 20 Feb 2012 22:57:10 +0000

Samhita Mukhopadhyay still believes that the Duke Lacrosse player were guilt. http://feministing.com/2007/04/12/you_will_not_shame_me/

Comment on Kuzhali Awesome Is the Most Fun Kind of Awesome by Interview: Kuzhali Manickavel : So to Speak

Interview: Kuzhali Manickavel : So to Speak — Mon, 20 Feb 2012 14:39:48 +0000

[...] a question relating satire and being “experimental” (which V.V.Ganeshananthan asked you about earlier), albeit with an addendum—a lot of your writing, including your blog, of course, is steeped in [...]

Comment on Q&A with Outdated Author Samhita Mukhopadhyay by gompiepie

gompiepie — Mon, 20 Feb 2012 03:51:54 +0000

"I didn’t gear the book specifically to the South Asian community but also didn’t shy away from talking about my experience as a South Asian woman."

There is no "South Asian" or "Indian" community, never has been. You're either a liar or a moron repeating colonial-era lies to imply that this, vast, arbitrary, geographic region has a people. "South Asian" people don't intermarry, are not of one race, don't worship the same God(s), don't have the same mother tongue, and our history is downright antagonistic to this day. I'm not talking about Hindus vs. Sikhs vs. Christians either, personally I have very little time for Bengali Hindus or the self-proclaimed lower castes. Quit trying to define some affirmative political group.

This fake, contrived identity is the reason for all your mental problems. You seek commonality where there is none, or the wrong type of commonality (based on some shared oppression mythos), and end up frustrated thinking there's no "South Asian" men/women out there for you. It's much worse, from a cultural continuity standpoint to, say, marry a Hindu from a different region than a non-South Asian person all together.

Comment on Naeem Khan at Fashion Week by ARC

ARC — Mon, 20 Feb 2012 01:43:02 +0000

Ooh, I totally got sucked into voting on his designs at the NYMag link. Thanks for sharing. Love his work though I’d never be willing to spend that kind of $.

Comment on Q&A with Outdated Author Samhita Mukhopadhyay by clueless

clueless — Sun, 19 Feb 2012 17:53:19 +0000

@tushar: You don’t get it, do you? “[Her [s]trength and independence makes her able to take care of all this responsibility.” She’s not hurt at all. As for your “truth,” well, as Deepa put it above, you’re a bit confused.

Comment on Q&A with Outdated Author Samhita Mukhopadhyay by Lili

Lili — Sun, 19 Feb 2012 09:37:52 +0000

worst valentines day ever: a few years ago, on a blustery february morning, one of my friends calls me to tell me that she has met this ‘stellar’ guy, who is also indian, raised in australia and was living in NYC for a year-long work stint. although she was in a committed relationship, she was convinced we would hit it off. while i had never been on a blind date, i needed to exercise my dating muscle (it had been four months since i’d split with my ex) so i gave her the go ahead. we exchanged a few emails and i actually began to look forward to seeing the guy’s name – let’s call him s – in my inbox. he suggested dinner and a movie on valentine’s day. i was way too excited. so we meet, and i don’t find myself initially attracted to him, but that was ok because i know attraction can grow. we went to dinner and had a great time telling each other (for whatever reason) of all our experiences with spiders and sharks. i laughed a lot. he touched my hand. i got butterflies. blah blah blah. we got progressively closer as the night wore on, shared a slice of cheesecake and out of nowhere, he kisses me. then we got to talking about family and s mentions that he was super close to his great grandfather who passed away recently, who everyone referred to as ‘bu.’ my heart dropped – bu? my great grandfather named bu passed away recently. we did the necessary panicked math and figuring out – yes, we were cousins. i can’t explain the simultaneous disgust and horror – we sprang away from each other like slinkies going down a staircase. we couldn’t look each other in the eye. now i know that plenty of people marry their relatives, that some people don’t think that’s a strange thing, but G-d knows, i do and so did s. we sat in stunned silence for the next twenty minutes. we had already bought movie tickets and s (bless him) suggested we salvage the night and go to the movie so as to forget what had just happened. it was horrendously awkward, but i appreciated his effort so we went to see the movie – black swan. a word to the wise: black swan is not a movie to be seen on a first date…especially a first date with a cousin. between the sex scene, the masturbation scene and the fact that we’d recently discovered we shared genetic code, it was the most uncomfortable two hours of my life. we sat as far away from each other as you can in a small movie chair. when the movie ended, we bolted – him downtown, me uptown, even though i knew he had to go uptown too. i have never spoken to him again and hope against all hope that i never run into him again.