Vinita Bharadwaj

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I was pregnant in Dubai when India, where I’m from, was transfixed by the horrific gang rape in Delhi. Like the rest of my country, I was outraged by the grotesqueness of the attack. And like most women from my country, I recounted in my head my own experiences of being gawked at and groped.

Although my time spent living in India doesn’t amount to more than six years in my lifetime of 34 years, numerous holidays in the country have presented enough memories of what is simplistically reduced to “eve-teasing” — an unimaginative euphemism for the stares, glares, whistles, hoots, shout-outs, songs, “accidental” brushing-past, intentional grabbing, groping and pinching by men.…  Seguir leyendo »