A cousin of mine had a baby recently and I have been too caught up with stuff to actually go and meet her. I usually don’t feel very social, but since she is one of the few people in my family who is nicer, I decided to pay her a visit.
The cousin looked pleased to see me. She asked me to hold the baby, since it (he) was so tiny and actually alive, I declined. That seemed to upset her. She then asked me if she was looking fat. I told her that, she was fat and therefore she would look that.
It seems that Bloggers en masse are talking about periods and how it doesn’t ruin pickles. Some post (I have lost track of the links) talked about how it must be terrible being a Tamil Brahmin woman during periods. Further, the woman/ man commenting also says that, it is good to be a North Indian after all.
Most of the posts were rambling and I lost interest after reading a bit. She makes her point most nicely.
Thankfully (or not), my family is no upholder of archaic traditions. So, I grew up with no special treatment whatsoever. Of course, I hated periods. I still do. When I was a teenager, I had to wear Salwar Kameezes during those times, for my other clothes fitted too snuggly. I hated that. Now, I don’t even notice my periods, I am uniformly fat all through the year.
