"Ye Olde Tactic" - Uncovering the Deception: The Ugliness of Pointing

The father points at the maid and tells his daughter, "At least you are educated," while forcing her to marry upon graduation. The maid goes home and complains to her mother about how her husband comes home drunk every night. The mother points at the neighbor woman and says, "At least your husband doesn't beat you like hers." When you point at the broken offices and dirty roads of your country, they shove the neighboring country's economic failure down your throat, forcing you to kneel in gratitude to your country, which cannot even let you marry your own sex.

You know, that tactic when they point at something a bit uglier than themselves to cover up their own hideousness? It is almost as if they met and sat down together to solve the problems of the world. And decided to choose this chain, this pattern, to control. To manipulate. To remain on the throne. To protect the system. This system caters to their waving hands. because acknowledging the truth will break the crux of the system. It is like dismantling a house of cards. We are all just cards for them, each delicate and seemingly insignificant for them. You can see the intricate pattern of pointing towards an unluckier card all over the house. They put you together for a carnival show like puppets.

But the truth is, this house is not that weak; it is a deeply rooted tree. The roots are shackling us from moving forward. Entrenched in expired understandings. Embedded in our minds. So much so that even if your logical parlance knows it is not wrong to enter the kitchen when you are menstruating, your foot becomes heavy when you try to step in. Guilt kidnaps you and takes you on a trip to the graveyard of traditions and ancestral souls. It wraps its chain around your wrists and drags you through the graveyards, past the headstones etched with the names of your forefathers and mothers. It plunges the ghosts of honor and the whispers of modesty, and then you start feeling disappointed eyes on your body that were only half draped.

If you are a card somewhere hearing about the example of another, here is a message from the other card. Do not listen to them. It is a tactic to trap you and show you off as a dolled-up house. Instead, unlayer their ploy of pointing. Peel back the layers of deception and uncover the truth. The truth is that we are not just showcards in their house of power but human beings. Individual human beings with feelings, emotions, thoughts, and struggles are chock-full of poetry. Uproot their lies about the ugliness of others and make them uncomfortable with your truth about humanness.

- Oizys.

Hear Me Rant, Please

Living or dead. Flesh or mannequin. She is doomed. Nothing but a field with resources that men have the right to extract sex from. The tactic used to protect these horrendous excavators is separation of these events from society. Society is a pure safety net; men are not these perpetrators, and these events are legends happening in the outskirts of society, perpetrated by monsters who cannot be given the identification of a man. No, it is happening here. In this frame of reference, we suffer, reality. In your frame of reference of hypothesis, you blindly argue an accusation or two to be as bad as the act of violence itself. But it is not, in actuality. Where so many heinous perpetrators roam free, lead common, simple lives with their sanity and status intact. And contribute to this bedrock of rape culture. Uphold it, like a loyal descendant. Father it, like a tradition. And perpetrate such crimes, who orchestrate such environments. Build constraints so ingrained.

The straw that makes it all so myopically unhinged and humorous is when she speaks, they fail to de-centre themselves and take her muffled screams as jabs at their self-worth [read: offended like the buckled shoe almost fit]. They limit the world of hers down to themselves and subject her to horrid lives. And, when she speaks of what she is subjected to in this little world, it is taken as an accusation of generalisation of the entire class. That is followed by weirdly formed statements with the make-up of sensitivity and the undertone of threat. If such generalisations, no matter how justified they are based on the acts, are kept up, she soon won't have backing from them in the future. Loss of belief, they say. But did she ever have that belief of yours in her pain? Did you ever, for once, believe the chambers that throttle her? Most of her had to be killed, bled, and destroyed to save the future. And it is still flailing, still struggling. The chains are rooted. They believe they are entitled to stifling our fears and defences so they won't be met with the discomfort of their own actions. They believe we owe this to the good counterparts. They believe it's her duty to dig and dig through layers of pins and filth because somewhere there is good. They believe all are do-gooders, and since time immemorial, one shapely humanoid disguised as them has been committing all the zemblanious acts. They believe this because it helps them sleep at night. They believe this because it keeps the revolting taste of their own extremism at bay.

But, the day you recognise this dismissal. The level of apathy she is perpetually slapped with. When she is in need. When she is in pain. When she is out there in your world seeking help. Please, excavate the lives of all women and let the realisation hit you that this is not some one-time rarity with its own Wiki page. It is the bedrock of the civilisation that you oh-so-proudly say you've built with your manpower. A woman would never hate you, because she cannot. Because you will never allow her to. A woman will only leave you. Because that is the setting you have made default for her.

Removing women, exempting them from societal influences. If she is not the perfect victim, then she has to be the perfect human. Any straying is held as dilution of the struggles of women. The final act. That completes the dehumanisation of women in a society.

- Oizys.