A wife by any other name

I’ve never liked the practice of a woman changing her title and surname when she marries.

A man is a mister whether or not he’s married and so a woman should not need to go from Miss to Mrs. I use Ms. And I don’t see why a woman’s marital status is anyone’s business. Why does she need to announce to the world that she’s married? Continue reading

Ordinary People

So, as I was saying in my previous post, I finally finished watching the first season of Insecure, the HBO series starring Issa Rae and Yvonne Orji.

I don’t watch much telly and don’t keep up, so I had not heard of the show. I happened upon it when googling about Nigeria: one link led to another and I suddenly found myself watching a recording of a radio interview with Yvonne Orji.

Orji is my partner Don’s surname and in the interview the radio host remarks on how it sounds like Orgy, something I’ve always laughed about.

Anyway, I looked up Insecure immediately after that, started watching the series, and binged on Season 1’s final three episodes today.

OK, if you haven’t yet watched the series and intend to, there will probably be spoilers after the ‘read more’ tag. Continue reading

Good as Fuck

Yes, I’m back in Kuala Lumpur. We arrived at 0500hrs yesterday (Sunday) and it took me a whole day to start feeling human again.

Right now I’m not even sure if I ever will ever return to India, but actually, yes, I will, but only if it’s without whingey teenage sons and if I can afford to stay somewhere super posh. Hah.

I will write another post about the holiday, but right now, I just want to say that I finally watched the final episode of the first season of Insecure, the HBO series starring Issa Rae and Yvonne Orji, and I’m like ….

I mean, really ….

….

I want badly to blog about the series and especially the last couple of episodes, but I have to go off and do something right now, so I’ll just say that I don’t know how I’ll survive til Season 2. Boo hoo hoo!

 

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How Strange the Change …

It’s no wonder this song has been playing in a loop in my head.

I’m counting the days until I see my dearest one again.

Ev’ry Time We Say Goodbye
Everytime we say goodbye, I die a little,
Everytime we say goodbye, I wonder why a little,
Why the Gods above me, who must be in the know.
Think so little of me, they allow you to go.
When you’re near, there’s such an air of spring about it,
I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it,
There’s no love song finer, but how strange the change from major to minor,
Everytime we say goodbye.
When you’re near, there’s such an air of spring about it,
I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it,
There’s no love song finer, but how strange the change from major to minor,
Everytime we say goodbye.

Songwriter: Cole Porter
Every Time We Say Goodbye lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.