My feminism has its roots in disgust 2

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A teenager boasting rape by his uncle: I was 18 years old then. While sipping tea with few of my friends, I overheard it - a casual chat among a circle of friends.

The boy narrating the story, going by what he stated, was in 'real' love. But the girl in question was in a relationship with another boy of his school.

"Lagtha hai ab mujhe be apne chacha wala rasta apnana padega."

"Kaun sa rasta, bhai?"

"Rape kar duga M**** C*** ka."

"Bhai, ab pahele wala time nahi raha."

"Tum jante nahi ho. Bahut jaan pahchan hai. Aur hoga to kya hoga jayada se jayada. Jail hi na hoga. Mere chacha ko 2 baar ka experince hai. Ek baar to case bhi hua. Dusra baar to kisi ko pata bhi nahi chala."

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Rape was Okay: It was around 4 am. A manager from one of the leading fast food chains had shut the main gate of the restaurant and was smoking with rest of the staff who were in the shift.

It was few days past Nirbhaya (December 16, 2012) gang rape. Protests were still on at many locations in Delhi. And this was the subject of discussion.

The manager commented "See, rapes are ok. It keeps happening. It has always been this was. These days people are simply making too much noise. Yes, but, they should not have put that rod. That went bit too far with that. "

The responses that followed were worse. Few were silent. Few agreed. And other boasted of when and how they grouped and harassed members of other gender.