Sorry, I have to go on a rant today, I can't bear it anymore. Don't expect an argument - just pure outrage. And an unlikely follow-up to my last post.

First thing in the morning I read this article (recommended), then that one (outrageous). Next came memories of all the ridiculous insecure-aggressive young men I encounter on Lucknow's streets on a daily basis. Memories of the conversations I have with the few female friends and equally few sane male ones, which hammered home how Indian men are foremost sons - first of their mothers, then of their wifes - but never grownups. Back came Memories of my colleague's and friend's recent talk at Delhi University about the shocking moral policing she encounters in Madras hostels as part of her research. And then more general memories of over a year of living in a misogynist environment, an environment more often than not presented to me as the height of morality.