– People talking about kids. I can tolerate a tiny amount of chitter chatter on kids. That’s only polite after all. But when someone starts talking about their child’s poop/pee/first words/food/laughter/screams/cries then it’s a snooze fest. WHY would anyone be interested in that? Like, why? Is my life so boring that I want to listen to this shit. People should be banned from talking about their kids. And why is that women indulge in this kind of discussion? While men keep it to the minimum. It doesn’t matter if the woman has a high flying career, at the end of the day all she wants to do is talk babies/maids/in laws at work. Women, please evolve.
It’s at times like these am so grateful I work in a team with only men (the only other lady quit).
– Inquiring about a person’s marital/single status and absence of children. I can never understand what has my being married or single or having kids or not having kids got to do with anyone but myself. How is it relevant to my professional life? How is it even relevant in my friendships? Why are we as a nation obsessed with marriage? Would you believe that I have never ever asked anyone about whether they are single or married or if they have babies. And If yes/no, why. Never. Never to colleagues…. never to friends. Ok, fine. I just asked someone about his/her single status yesterday but that’s because someone else was interested. But otherwise, never. It’s rude, personal and has nothing to do with anything. Does my marital status change me? No. I will still be the same person. I do not like to be defined as someone’s wife or mother. That’s NOT my identity. I am soooo much more than that. So much more. And capable of so much more. Stop compartmentalizing me.
– Are you fasting since it’s Karwachauth? Do I really need to get into sexist shit called ‘Karwa Chauth’? I get asked this every year since am in North India. Thank you, all the North Indian women for making it okay for random people to wonder why you are not starving yourself for a husband. A husband who just got lucky by managing to convince you to marry him. Ugh!!! Why? And don’t give me this crap about doing it for yourself. Then do it another day. Why are you fasting on this particular regressive day called KC. Everytime a woman celebrates KC, she takes the entire women folk 2 decades back. So, STOP.
– Random peon asking you why you pay rent in Gurgaon instead of having your own property. Or why you don’t live in Noida if that’s where your property is located. It’s not ok to ask about financial stuff. Unless they are your friends. Even then don’t pry. My salary package is confidential and shall remain so. And no, I don’t care what you earn. I have always been and will always be happy with my salary. Because I don’t have to ask my dad for pocket money anymore. That’s my standard and I will always be far ahead of that. ALWAYS.