I’ve been doing the rounds of the feminist blogs a bit lately. And I’m finding them a bit difficult to swallow. The big ones, that is. They are a bit angry. A lot angry, actually. And the blog posts themselves don’t express as much anger as the commenters who visit the blog. So that feminism is this contested territory in which you can be a bad feminist or a good feminist, depending on what you are in favour of (pornography and sex worker rights!) or against (pornography and sex workers!).
The American blogs, anyway. There’s only about five of us desi feminist bloggers, so we just huddle together for warmth (Hey, Ladies! How you doin?) It’s not that I don’t get anything out of these blogs – I do – but a lot of the content is at such a far remove from anything that seems really relevant that, like all foreign hegemonic systems, I wonder if it doesn’t need some sort of counter strategy.
And there’s the bile. The vitriol. That’s just pointless.
I wish there were more desi feminist bloggers though. It’s not like they aren’t out there. And it’s not like they’re too busy fighting off dowry death and shaking their fist at the government. There just isn’t much writing. Or talking. Or expressing interesting things, organic things, that come up from here, from us. It’s all a little hard to swallow.