Ms.Matchsticks and the Machine

As usual Ms.Matchstick gets man-explained

Ms.Matchsticks know the feminism history. And, feminism today has become such a requirement to even think of equality. But, of course, that makes Ms.Matchsticks a 'feminazi', because god forbid should she differentiate herself from a carpet. One of the worst things is when people make a big deal about her bra strap showing. Sometimes it does, given the fact that she does not have her eyeballs stuck on her bra strap. This brought her to the point that, penis holders get to bend and show the world the dark side of the moon and whip their little member out in public to take a blessed leak, but if a woman's bra shows even unintentionally, all of that is put aside to sit and converse about how a woman's pride is stacked between her legs and skin. Hasn't the world seen enough of inequality already? Do we have to sexualize daily underwear? Ms.matchsticks hated this. Hated being told to fix her clothes because apparently, a little strap scares the living daylig...

The phone kept ringing and Ms.Matchsticks was already furious. Why! Why do so many people keep calling. But, she had to take the call. After all, it might just be an important one.  Ms.Matchsticks slowly dragged herself from under her blanket and saw a familiar name ringing on the phone. it's been ages she had spoken to Damini.  " Hi! Damini"....Ms.Matchstick almost said it too loud. And all she could hear back is a frantic female screaming about an abortion.  So, Ms.Matchstick slowed down and tried listening carefully and asked, 'Sweetie? Do you want me to come over?" and Damini yelled out; ' God! Yes! Please.".  Ms.Matchstick arrived at Ballygunge Phari in the next forty five minutes. She had to. Because, no chica should be left to deal with something like this alone. Especially, when the penis holder is no where to be found.  Oh poor Damini. Lost and frantic, trying to wrap her head around as to how did she ever end up with a ...