Random Rambling

Being a girl isn’t easy. Being a girl in a country, sagging under the heavy, cumbrous, merciless presence of deep-set, pernicious prejudices is suffocating. Asphyxiating. It is curious. The way these ancient prejudices work their way through a society that has become a favourable breeding ground for them (ever since I read Richard Dawkins' 'The Selfish Gene', I tend to think some things in that selfish genetic, memetic vein). Perpetuating themselves. Perpetuating their meme. Humans becoming mere unthinking programmed vessels to do their bidding. Like a cell, like the way a cell becomes a DNA-making slave-machinery. I don’t know if you sometimes see those prejudices in the faces of people you know or thought you knew to be mind-possessing, reasonable beings. But I do. People you know suddenly turn around and you see totally unrecognizable faces. As if the monstrous memes of antiquated societal biases have taken control. They direct the mouth to speak, the body to take action. For their own survival.