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What is Germaine Greer the iconic feminist trying to say in that Al Jazeera interview in 'Head to head' program?

Okay, first of all, let me say it in the beginning that I am not a feminist supporter but supporter of ultra modern women who take decision on her own right without conditioned by others.

Why am I not supporter of feminism rather pro men that is a complex long debate for another day.

I gave this introduction about myself to clarify a few things as I am going to answer this question.

I saw the recent debate of Germaine Greer in Al Jazeera channel.

What is my take from that debate that she is hugely misunderstood by others for many reasons.

I am explaing this as a normal analyser of any normal analysable content not as a feminist defender of any kind (as I said before, sorry for repeating)

Explanation:

First of all, she is an old woman so she isn't being able to communicate with people clearly

What she is again and again trying to give message that sex is not a big deal. Wheather it is abusive sex or normal sex. Her intention is basically to make sure sex never becomes the prime issue for women.

She feels that sex is the biggest distraction for women's rights. As she feels that women are beyond anything attached to sex. She feels that it is conditioned by men to make women contained by sexual parameters.

She wants women to get out of that trap. She feels mordern feminists are Kind of trapped in this.

Now I don't know her or follow her, so I don't exactly know what she said or not. Maybe she hasn't said all those things, maybe it kind of got hyped by the media or she has said those things in order to explain the things that I said before but couldn't do it in a simple clear way. As a result end up making a lot of confusion in the process

As you may have heard in that interview 'Head to head', she was constantly describing herself as middle class white academic. Which means she is trying to say that she can see through the fakeness of so-called privileged and rich Hollywood people or people like that. And she is basically pissed off in a big way towards them. Because she feels that is dumbing down the whole feminist movement. Remember she mentioned Uma Thurman in this case. She is trying to say that these people(Hollywood types or celebrity types) doesn't matter what they say as they are opposing certain people when it suits their agenda, and they will support when it will suit them. She is trying to say that these people are complaining against certain lobby which they themselves are very well part of therefore completely fake. This is why she has such disdain towards ‘Me too' campaign or negetive towards these types of effort as she feels this is all part of big show of powerful people. She just hates this. That is why she feels there not going to be much result from people like Hervey Weinstein's case. As she feels that the whole feminist movement is now driving by the same poweful lobby which it's supposed to oppose.

As a result she feels that women's issues are not even the main issue in feminist movement any more, a whole lot of other issues have come into it and clouding it or distracting it or slowing it down.

This is why not being able to express properly she generally use very strong insensitive word. It is her lack of communication basically.

She is tremendously concerned with the fact that a lot of other kind of thinking has got into feminist movement as a result the whole feminist movement at times becomes completely different from what it started to be.

She is trying to say that these religious politically correctness defeating the whole feminist movement. For example how Muslim feminist defend Quranic verse or burqa etc. But again she is not exactly communicating properly. That's why she doesn't like that Muslim anchor who obviously felt that he exposed her duplicity through his debate. That is why she is again and again giving emphasis on sex being not a big issue. As she knows sex is a big issue to religion. In this case Islam. This is why also she is pissed off

She belongs to that era where calling spade a spade was infact politically correct or they fought for. So she is pissed off seeing today's feminist's certain religious ass kissing in this case Islam. But again she is not being able to communicate properly.

This is what I thought from that interview.

I could be wrong as I never heard about her before that interview.

But I feel I am not wrong here.

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When my long letters are answered by your "why so senti?"
It feels bad

When sometimes I tag you on some posts & you completely ignore
It feels bad

When you post your friends pic wishing them a happy birthday & you just casually wish me
It feels bad

When your quotes & poems includes all the people around you except me
It feels bad

Ya it feels bad, but I never complained
 #NojotoQuote

It feels bad.
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“A world without love is a deadly place”

Helen Fisher.

“Since the heaven and earth were created, you were made for me and I was made for you, and I will not let you go,” declared Chang Po to his beloved Meilan (Yutang 1954, P.73). The Chinese still cry over this Chinese fable.
Paris and Helen, Orpheus and Eurydice, Shiva and Sati, Laila and Majnu, we can come accross thousands of stories, poem, writing accross centuries over continents. There is one single thing common i.e Love. We spend our lives searching for it, talking about it, craving it. Love is called the greatest virtue. Sometimes we can't express it, it has to be felt.
Love is complex and fascinating. Romantic love is more complex and more mystery, hard to explain. As per psychological studies romantic love is associated with emotions, motivations and behaviors. In romantic love lovers experience extreme energy, hyperactivity, sleeplessness, moodswing etc. An important property of romantic love is 'intrusive thinking'.

Our Brain on Love..

We think that love and relationships are art than science, but there is actually a part of
science involved with falling in love. Both men and women experiences many changes during romantic love. Did you know that the chemicals released when we are falling in love are similar to the chemicals released when a person uses cocaine? Its true. But what is in that love that puts a person on 'cloud nine'?

“The first step in the process of falling in love is the initial attraction, It’s the powerful moment when we meet another person and feel energized and are immediately aware of our heart pounding.” says Elizabeth Kane,a clinical psychologist of South University. By psychologist Robert Sternberg, the three components of love are 'intimacy', 'passion', and 'commitment' - ( according to Triangular theory of love)

Intimacy, Intimacy refers to feelings of closeness,
association with our loved ones.
Passion, Passion refers to the strong and intense desire for love and sex.
Commitment, is the decision that one loves other, and commitment to maintain that love.

“Romantic love evolves when one feels a sense of interdependence, attachment, and that their psychological needs are being met.”

Science behind love..

I have some beautiful experience of watching my friends falling in love, even I watched myself falling in love. Person in love always smile when they talk about their mate, and they always like to talk a lot about them. Although people experience love uniquly. There are biological attraction behind the initial attraction and falling in love.

Dopamine, which is originated from brain and adrenal glands, stimulates the release of testosterone. Dopamine affects the genitals, the sweat glands, and also the senses. probably you have noticed that when you are in primary stages of love, you sweat more. As a consequence of dopamine release, mood and emotions are also influenced, leading to feelings of excitement and satisfaction. On other side, testosterone increases sexual desireness and aggressive behaviour and it may push someone to pursue the one who is fueling this intense response.

The neurotransmitters norepinephrine and phenylethylamine(PEA) act to focused attention. Norepinephrine is a stimulant, so it causes individuals to feel alert such as unable to sleep, and make them to notice and remember even the tiny of details about their mate. PEA is responsible for the feelings of dizziness. If the relationship doesn’t last, and PEA levels decreases and are responsible for the feelings of depression that can be experienced.

A feedback loop starts to form, with a brain reward system becoming involved. The reward system transmit chemical messages, via neurotransmitters, to various parts of the body, including the stomach, skin, genitals and other organs, which causes them to reciprokete to the brain. During the primary stages of love, this reward system is stimulated through very simple way such as, a lover’s touch, seeing their photograph, or even just thinking about this person can increase elevated mood. According to the study conducted by Dr. Helen Fisher using functional magnetic resonance imaging(fMRI) on those who were passionately in love(ten women and seven men) found that those brain reward system got activated even on looking at their lover pictures.


Where we are going...

Love, the word itself brings smile on our faces. The existance of love in in Every single civilization, era. But a few people thniks that romantic love i.e romance is created in twelveth century but first love poem dated 4000 years back. But some says love is the most powerful force in universe. Can we imagine our life without love? What if love would not exist in future? Have we ever thought about these question? I think most of us will say 'no'. Because we cannot live without love whether that love is for our mate, love for our children, love for our parents, love for our society. Only love can bring peace in our hectic world. We cannot say about future, we only can predict it. Let's see where love will take us!


Conclusion...

What can be the conclusion of an infinite feeling! It does not matter whoever you are, love always guide your life and your daily life activity. Love will give you meaning of everything in nature. Love is worth us and what we possess. Love drives from our heart, and let it be driving force of everything and let it live in our heart to influence, guide, heal and motivate yourselves and others.


“Where there is love, there is life”

-Mahatma Gandhi.

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our journey starts with messenger that was a beautiful days !!I don't even think about our love it's starts with friendship but at last ends like strangers.even it's just ah 6months journey one second is enough to exchange 💓.... around some few days the bond between us grown stronger day by day along with exchanging of phone calls , messages,our hearts is engaged with love.In that moment u become my one and only bea.i can remember few memories of us....
the moment you stick sindur on Ur face -feels me how Ur particular with each and every likes of me .The moment you care -feels like no one can ever tutel me .the moment you rap-i feels like u have right on me ...even I too care for you not just care!! I no need to tell u know well !!!! I thought Ur the reason of my smile but u are the reason of my sleeked tears.I thought if distance could ever come its feels like hell no and no pumping of blood to 💓.one thing I can't understand till know you loved me more than me .How can u leave without perfect reason not even phone calls and messages can you remember?? once up on a time if I couldn't lift u Ur call you 
used to endured.haha I wish I could just ask you what you think about of me..are you think I am innocent??Huffff ok I know u can't understand anything even though I am wasting my time it's my madness.anyways I wish you a many more happy returns of the day 🎂🎂nuvvu ippudu varuku ela aithe happy GA vunavoo alage happy GA vundu it's my heart full wish.keep smiling.and one thing I forget even you think abut me abha entra ivala Kuda dhini nasa I don't care.happy ending😎

 

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“It’s the same dream every night.”
“The one about me?”
“Yeah… I’m in bed and I can’t move.”
“How did it feel?”
“Like nothing. I feel nothing. Until…”
“Until what?”
“Until you’re there, on top of me.”
“What am I doing?”
“You’re… looking at me? I’m sorry, it’s hard to remember. It’s always blurry.”
“Blurry?”
“Yeah, like when you face towards the shower and water runs down your face, it’s all blurry.”
“Okay.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. What do I look like?”
“You’re naked. You’re naked, on top of me, on my bed. It’s always the same. The time on the clock,
the bedsheets, the breeze from the window. And you. You’re always there.”
“What about my face?”
“Your face?”
“Am I pretty?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“I don’t know what you look like.”
“Do you remember?”
“I don’t know who you are.”
“Yes, you do”
“Who are you?”
I’ll never get used to it; people saying they’re sorry for me. Those people who never batted an
eyelid. It’s funny how messing up your brain somehow entitles you to their sympathy. Or when
people give me that look. The I’m-sorry-you-can’t-remember-shit look. I’m sure if I remembered half
of these faces I’d be telling them all to piss off or something. Mum sometimes jokes about it and
says she wishes I’d lost my attitude instead of my memories. She pretends it’s all just for a laugh, but
I can tell she’s heartbroken. I heard her crying in the kitchen yesterday.
“I’ll just put the kettle on” she said.
She’s never made me tea before.
The doctor says it’s not that serious. A few months max. She said it’s best that I take it slow for now,
which means no stressing out, getting a good night’s sleep, the usual protocol, it seems.
“Your memories will come back in their own time, don’t force it”
It’s not like I know how to do that. She referred me to a therapist and told me to book an
appointment once a week, and she gave me medicine that I have to take, every day, from now on. I
want to punch my old self, right in the nose, for being an idiot.
I want to shout at him: “You are an absolute twat. Crashing a car and cracking your head open? You
moron.”
I want him to say sorry to Mum, for making her cry. For nearly making her lose the only family she
has left.
“We’re all she’s got, and you have no right taking that away from her”
If only I could.
I’ve been taking a walk, every day, since the accident. Mainly because my therapist recommended it,
says it’s good to clear your head. But also, when I’m walking, I’m in control. I’ve been quite adamant
about that lately. I go to the park near my house, only about 2 minutes away. It’s full of 12-year-old
kids skipping school, wearing adidas tracksuits looking like a budget Run DMC costume. But apart
from that, it’s pretty nice. There’s a pond in a corner of the park, it’s really secluded so no one ever
goes there. It’s perfect for an introverted amnesiac to have breakfast in. I sit on the bench in front of
the pond, sometimes for hours, just staring at the water. The water is so still in the morning. It
seemed ridiculous at first, but it does help. I listen to the ducks gliding from one end of the pond to
the other, the sound of the water splitting. I trace the path of the birds flying around, imagining as if
they were drawing pictures. I breathe in the smell of cut grass, a smell that I can only describe as
‘green’. I take it all in. I force myself to hear these sounds, every single one of them. I suck in every
decibel. I make sure it’s never quiet. Because silence is so loud. It’s deafening. I hear her voice. Her
voice, who is she?
I’m interrupted by someone sitting next to me on the bench. I open my eyes and see that it’s a
woman, wearing a red scarf. I think she’s talking to me.
“Hey.”
“Uhm, hi.”
“You alright?”
“Yeah… yeah, very nice.”
“What?”
“What?”
What?
“I said, are you alright?”
“Oh, right, yeah, I’m alright. Thanks.”
Well this is a bit awkward. How long has she been there?
“It’s just you looked so still, is all. I was beginning to think you were dead.”
She laughs.
“Oh no, I was just uhm, thinking. That’s all.”
“Yeah, it looked like you were trying to move something with your mind for a sec. Like a Jedi.”
“Star Wars… huh, wow.”
“Do I not look like a Star Wars fan?”
“Oh no, no, it’s just that…”
This is odd. I try to remember what I was going to say.
“It’s just that I remember Star Wars.”
“Well, yeah, A Force Awakens just came out like, a month ago.”
She’s smiling. I can’t help but smile back.
“Yeah, I remember seeing it. I remember watching it with someone and I remember that it was
good. Really good.”
She chuckles.
“You have amnesia or something?”
“Uhm…”
“Oh god.”
“No, it’s okay.”
“Wow, I am so sorry.”
“It’s okay, really.”
I give her a forced, reassuring laugh.
“No, I just say stupid shit sometimes without thinking. I’m so sorry.”
I chuckle, genuinely.
“You remind me of someone.”
“Do you absolutely despise that person?
I laugh, though I don’t know why. Why did I say that?
“No, it’s just… You really do remind me of someone.”
“Well whoever it is, they better be a right laugh to be with and always, always think before they say
something.”
“I’m sure they are.”
This woman. She seems so familiar. I’ve only just met her, but I can’t take my eyes away from her,
it’s like they’re telling me to look at something. To remember something.
“I’m sorry if this sounds insane, but do I know you?”
“Well, we know each other now.”
The way she avoided the question kind of annoyed me.
“Yes, but do I know you? Do you know me? It just feels like I know you, like, I’ve heard your voice
before.”
She gives a smile. It feels warm.
“You always asked so many questions.”
“Asked? So, we’ve met before?”
She gets up from the bench and starts walking away.
“See you next time, space cowboy.”
Next time?
“Wait!”
Before I know it, she’s gone. That was odd.
Who was she?
“Are you there?”
“I’m always here.”
“Where are you? I want to see you.”
“I’m right here.”
“It’s so dark…”
“Follow my voice.”
“Your voice… I know that voice.”
“Do you remember?”
“No… I don’t remember you.”
“But you know who I am.”
“I don’t know who you are. What are you talking about? Why do I know your voice? Why do I
remember your voice?”
“You always asked so many questions.”
“What?”
I wake up, in a pool of my own sweat. There’s that dream again, except… Except it was different this
time. There was no bed, no room, no breeze. But like always, there she was. What did she look like?
I can’t remember if I saw her or not. But her voice, I just realised, was exactly the same as the
woman from the park. The woman with the red scarf.
I open my eyes and the Sun is out. It takes a while for me to adjust. Once I get myself together, the
smell of toast and bacon invade my nostrils. I make my way downstairs. Mum is cooking breakfast,
which is pretty rare of her to do. To be honest, I’m usually awake first so I just end up cooking my
own breakfast. I sit at the dining table – a full English breakfast already prepared for me. I can’t
remember the last time I had my Mum’s full English. The aroma entices me.
“Morning, Mum.”
“Good morning, darl.”
“What time is it?”
“It’s around half ten already. You’re up quite late this morning.”
“Had a bad night’s sleep.”
“The nightmare’s again?”
“Yeah…”
I mentioned these dreams I’ve been having to my Mum. I didn’t want to keep anything from her. I’ve
even told her about the woman in my dreams and asked her if I knew a woman, before the accident.
Her responses have always been elusive.
“Mum…”
“Yes, darl?”
“Do you know a woman that wears a red scarf?”
She stops, all of a sudden.
“Mum?”
“I can’t say I do. How come?”
Her hands are shaking. What’s going on?
“Mum…?”
“I’m cooking breakfast, darling. Why don’t you go ahead and get started without me, ey?”
Does she know something?
“Mum!”
Her body jolts. She tips the frying pan over and it falls to the floor, making such a sharp noise.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes, yes, I’m okay. It just scared me, is all”
“Mum…”
She looks at me, with the same expression that everyone else has been giving me.
“Who is the woman with the red scarf?”
She wipes her hands with a kitchen towel and sits on the dining table, in front of me.
“We didn’t think it was healthy for you to know.”
“Know what?”
“Oh, darling.”
She’s crying. I stand up from the chair and press down on the table with both hands.
“Mum! Know what?”
“It wasn’t just you in the car.”
“What?”
“There was someone else.”
“Who?”
Her name. I remember… It wasn’t the first time I heard it, but it was the first time it tore me apart. I
sink. I sink into a deep, dark pool of dread and panic. That woman at the park. All I can think of, in
this moment, is that woman. The woman in the red scarf.
I make my way to the park. I know where I have to go.
It's around half eleven in the morning and the pond is just like it always is – empty. I sit at the bench
and I wait. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I get up and walk around, just to do something. I can’t
stand the silence. My mind starts panicking. It feels like every synapse in my brain is frying. That
name. It keeps replaying in my head, over and over again, it won’t stop. It just won’t stop. Who is
that woman? Who is she? Who are you? Who are you?
Who are you?
I sit back down, my mind exhausted. Slowly, I feel my eyes close. And then there was black.
“You look tired.”
“I remember you.”
“Hold on, space cowboy. We have plenty of time.”
“Space cowboy?”
“You hated it when I called you that. It made you feel like a ‘child’, you said. You were always so
cute when you got annoyed. Do you remember?”
“I do.”
“It was how I got you into Star Wars. I showed you Han Solo, the space cowboy, to make you feel
better. Do you remember?”
“I remember.”
“And you kept talking and talking throughout the entire film, asking who that is, what planet
they’re on, who shot first… Do you remember?
“I remember everything.”
“You remember me?”
“I remember you.”
“You remember how much I loved you? How much you loved me?”
“I remember. I remember it all.”
“Do you remember how loud I used to eat? How it annoyed you so much?”
“It was unbearable.”
“You remember the red scarf you bought me for Christmas? You remember why you gave it to
me?”
“Because you hated the cold wind touching your neck.”
“You remember how I died?”
“It was my fault.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“I wish you were here.”
“Me too”
“I love you.”
“I love you, always.”
“Let me stay with you.”
“Do you remember me?”
“Yes.”
“So wake up.”
She was the person that I loved. She is the person that I still love.
Her name is Ellie.

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