.neeti. @neeti@eldritch.cafe

Is it time for a #reintroduction #introduction?

- I'm a writer, ex-journalist, now at a branding agency.
- I'm bi. My family doesn't know this.
- I talk about gender stuff, mental health, films/tv, linguistics.
- I speak ok French but I understand it well. Also: Malayalam, Hindi, Arabic.
- I grew up in the Middle East, studied/worked in India, live in Toronto now. All these places are home but also not home.
- I like meeting/talking to people virtually! Say hi!
- I also like bullet points.

OH and it's not like if I chose to not have children, it means I want to make it big in my career. No, I don't want a big career either. This is something some "career-women" in family claim not to understand. "Then what do you want to do???"

It's almost like, there's just two purposes in life: procreate or profit. The binary gates to happiness.

I'm at the age where, in the Indian subcontinent, it is considered to be the ideal prime time for "motherhood."

In thwarting coercions, I often hear them say condescendingly: "Oh you feminists think it is 'progressive' to be childless."

It's a very typical indian elder thing to say, but urgh how do you talk to them about *choice* when they've never been given the bandwidth to think of it themselves? They're so stuck in their ways, even if it's made them unhappy!

This last week has been such a blur. I have not been able to keep up with daily household routines, but I escape into video games

because completing game tasks felt more possible and satisfying than completing real-life tasks

oh no

I don't like the defense for films/books older than a decade that it has problematic themes because "that's how things were at that time."

To me, art has to be radical and defiant of its time. Anything that builds on stereotypes or advances harmful beliefs is not art: it's propaganda, plain and simple.

You cannot excuse problematic art as a product of its time and social environment. That's a job done badly on part of its creator.

my 19yo cousin reminds me of me and I miss that nonchalant age when I knew nothing and no important thing was a bother and I could vainly obsess over myself without guilt

just sometimes

Ahhh, September, when every Monday is 7, 14, 21, 28, such perfect way to remember what date it is

This guy I order cakes from must think I have a lot of friends to throw birthday parties for

Nothing gives me more joy than reading articles and blogs about grammar and sentence construction for languages i'm learning

literally nerding out ahahah

Soooo, Dune, huh?