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Is it really equal to be a man/woman in today's world?

Disclaimer - Not my usual drafts on random things. You may find the write-up a little disturbing due to the language, read at your own risk. 

You call "Feminists" unnecessary, men are struggling too no doubt, but on the overview, "Is it really so same to be a man or to be a
a woman in this world?"

But, before we can get into the nitigrities,  I feel it was imperative to state that this article by no means intends to portray women are always right, men don't face sexual abuse or all men are the same or any such generalisations. But, a subtle diffqerence in our experience that I simply couldn't ignore. 

I was recommended recently to watch "Paatal Lok" on Prime as it apparently quite aptly portrays on how being in the media really feels like and how the industry often functions. 

But, as I was only a couple of episodes down, a part particularly struck me making me pause to pick up the keyboard.

Part of the plot that inspired this post, "A boy from certain community attacks and fiercely kills a group of boys of the other community in the village after long standing instances of bullying and insults. As he is told by his uncle to run away, imagine the payback the family pays..!! His mother is raped by the father of the deceased and his 10 men to avenge the boys' killings."

The plot suddenly took me back to an earlier thought I had read in someone's insta post (sorry I can't remember the exact name) after the controversies around the "Girls and Boys Locker Room" had erupted. 

It's weird that while a man is often threatened with physical violence, women are threatened with sexual assault. Not to say death threats are any less scary or by any chance more acceptable. But, isn't it often the case that a man is often given a "Death Threat" while a woman recieves "Rape Threats".

We often see it in the movies, have seen it for many decades in our real life cases or through several episodes in the history and sadly the trends still continue even in our so called "Modern" social media age. 

Additionally, if that isn't enough even a man often gets threatened with potential rape attempts on his wife, mother, daughter, sister or other women in her life. 

So often, for a man while the threat maybe to beat him up, smash his face or kill him; for a woman it becomes "we shall tear apart your vaginas."

So, often many of us women really wish if we could be seen for more than our beauties and sexualities. Is it really so difficult to explain, "We are more than our Vaginas."

It's a suffocating feeling when for some reason certain people feel entitled to our bodies. But, at the same time it too is toxic to have those rigid expectations of "toughness" from men too. 

We as a society need to support equally both men and women, our boys and girls including the members of LGBTQ community when they face or report abuse. Yet, incidents of men getting raped or flip side of patriarchy or misogyny on the make community itself can't be our go to when women come together to raise their voice for discrimination and women safety. 

P.S. - 
I am by no means absolutely correct.  So, many times as men and women we both end up facilitating or fall prey to these sterotypes, gender biases and a lot more and in the process cause much demage to humans around us. But, I believe Change is an absolute necessity and also a possibility (even if it a million times slower than we would like it to be). I am willing to learn and more importantly also unlearn the social conditioning we have been so deeply fed that I think requires an active effort from every single one of us. But, failure to acknowledge problems is simply not a choice. 

Acknowledge, Accept, Adapt and Change. 

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