…did you say? Well then, I have reasons to look at you askance. Two instances over the past few days have kept me thinking – what age and times are we living in yet?
Here, judge for yourselves…
Scene at a friend’s wedding –
A relative of the boy overheard speaking to the boy’s mother–
“Yeah, the girl is good, not fat, quite right in being as thin as she is… and very good colour too…”
Now, the lady is question was pretty dark complexioned herself and not a great looker by any standards. Also the groom was of a wheat-ish complexion, like me and you and so many others. What I don’t understand is – why should this random lady comment about the girl’s looks? How does it make a difference when the guy and girl have agreed and their families are happy with the association? Nosey parkers of the worst kind!
Scene at the hospital where a relative delivered her first born–
Soon after the nurse brings out a bonny little girl baby to show to the anxious waiting relatives, the baby’s grand-mom starts weeping. The reason you ask – she would’ve liked a boy! All her kids’ first-borns have been girls and she was hoping that at least this one would be different. She was heard complaining – “no luck this time also, and more-over, her colour is also not so great!”
I am too appalled to speak anything! There you get a healthy, lovely little bundle of joy for your grand-child and is this what you have to say?!! Are you nuts? Which era do you think you are living in? All this and more cuss words dance in my head.
Now tell me – how many more eons before we can actually claim that the girl child has been emancipated? I’ve lost hope really! 😦