Tuesday, 15 April 2025

Patriarchy In Pink

They say patriarchy is dying.

But every time I check, it's just changing its outfit.

What once wore a dhoti, now flaunts sarees.

What once screamed "Go back to the kitchen", now whispers "Go back to scratching your balls"


Once upon a time, some men ruled with sticks some with scriptures.

Now some women rule with hate speeches in the name of discourse, and some with curated outrage — 

with the same fragile spine of patriarchy, but laced in imported essence (because perfumes are too mainstream!)


They say feminism is the revolution.

And maybe it is.

But revolutions are funny creatures —

you don’t feed them humility and they start eating their own tail.


The problem isn’t feminism, it never was

The problem is the cherry-picked perception of feminism, because it sounds eerily familiar

Like a patriarch echo trapped in a different octave.

Same condescension, different lipstick.


“You wouldn’t understand, you’re a man.”

— is the new “You’re just a woman, what do you know?”

Feminism took “Don’t cry like a girl” and turned it into “Man up, but with the softness of honey-soaked poetry”


You want equality, sure.

But why is it that your equality tastes suspiciously like power in a prettier plate

But why is it that your existences are nuanced in every shade of grey because your choice, but everything male is black and white, almost as if grey hasn't been discovered


And maybe I’m not the oppressed.

But I’m not the oppressor either.

Just another casualty of war —

between slogans and sold-out identities

staring at a wasteland of nuance, choking on its last breath

because nobody stops to listen, everyone’s busy performing pain like it’s spoken word night.


You want to dismantle patriarchy?

Start by not building another empire on its ashes.

You want to be heard?

Don’t echo the same silencing you claim to resist.


Feminism was born to burn the throne, not redecorate it in rose gold and call it progress.

If you’ve truly known the bruises of patriarchy, don’t wear its boots just because they now come in your size.


Because when superiority changes gender,

it doesn’t change its intention —

it just changes its pronouns.

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