First published on my new baby, Kakak Killjoy: I have a pathological tendency to pluck my armpit hair out. It’s a mild form of trichotillomania, a condition in which a person gains gratification from pulling their hair out. The first few times, done when I was only 14 (you can never be too young for… Continue reading Armpit hair: A trichotillomaniac’s romance
Category: Feminism
Kakak Killjoy, Malaysian feminist webzine
Something happened last week which I hope will become a beginning of greater things: I started Kakak Killjoy (Sister Killjoy), a feminist webzine together with a number of Malaysian feminist writers. The project I hope will foster a sense of online community for critical and transgressive Malaysian women. Blogging can become a hazardous pastime for… Continue reading Kakak Killjoy, Malaysian feminist webzine
for colored girls who have considered suicide/when the rainbow is enuf – a review
There is something quite redemptive about the 2010 edition of Ntozake Shange’s experimental “choreo-poem,” For colored girls who have considered suicide/When the rainbow is enuf, which is published as a tie-in to Tyler Perry’s underwhelming film adaptation, For Colored Girls. Shange’s words restore the choreopoem’s original libratory message without the gloss and A-list names in… Continue reading for colored girls who have considered suicide/when the rainbow is enuf – a review
Orgasm Inc – My thoughts
The orgasm. Feminists laud it, good lovers work hard to give it, pharmaceutical companies make it a business model. The inability to experience an orgasm is thought to be as devastating as the inability to delight in the joy of wine, sunrise, spring flowers, and other wonderment. But this is hardly an overstatement. Last week… Continue reading Orgasm Inc – My thoughts
Feminism in Malaysia is dead, long live feminism
It takes not knowing enough (or choosing to ignore) about the ways of the world to make a foolish optimist. This is the lesson I learned about sisterhood, in which the ways of the world happens to be ‘just how people are’ in Malaysia – too busy for activism, frustrated, idealist non-doers, too scared to… Continue reading Feminism in Malaysia is dead, long live feminism
Dahulukala – Sebuah manifesta berangkap
Dahulu kala saya pernah percaya tudung itu bukan sahaja harus bagi wanita solehah tapi juga bagi awek lelaki soleh dan yang memejam sebelah mata. Dahulu kala saya pernah dituduh kurang ajar dan lemah pedoman jika mencabar kepimpinan lelaki yang tidak berbeza rupa dan sifat kepimpinan seorang perempuan. Dahulu kala saya pernah percaya kewanitaan itu lumrah… Continue reading Dahulukala – Sebuah manifesta berangkap
A feminist’s take on love
First published at Loyar Burok as part of #LoyarBerkasih’s Valentine edition. When one cares enough to wonder about the moment a woman becomes a feminist, their overheated imagination conjures a woman done wrong by a male lover or wronged by simply being overweight and unattractive by society’s arbitrary standards, or imagined as a homosexual misandrist… Continue reading A feminist’s take on love
When ‘feminist’ and ‘gender’ become embarrassing dirty words in academia
I am a research student in gender studies in one of the constitutive colleges of the University of London and feel extremely privileged to be part of such a thriving intellectual community. But one brief episode of anti-intellectual feminism in the main building’s lift was enough for me to rethink the breadth of my social… Continue reading When ‘feminist’ and ‘gender’ become embarrassing dirty words in academia
Judge a book by its cover?: Women and sex on retro Malay book covers
They say you can’t judge a book by its cover. But you might well be able to sell a book based on its cover. The world of Malay book jackets of the past (circa 1960’s to mid 1970’s) was a different place then, where nude women as decorative elements were apparently no big deal. Nowadays,… Continue reading Judge a book by its cover?: Women and sex on retro Malay book covers
No one likes a female critic
Or rather, there are too few female critics to dislike. By ‘no one’ I mean the people who find strongly opinionated women intimidating, those who fall to their feet in worship at the altar of an equally opinionated male critic – the same idolised figure with whom a few would love to share a teh… Continue reading No one likes a female critic