Comments on: A Bitch’s Work Is Never Done

By: Karmayogi

Karmayogi — Mon, 11 Jan 2010 05:55:43 +0000

I would like to apologize for the despicable encounter you had in my country. Though I am aware that my apology would do nothing to undo this disgraceful act, I’d like to assure you that the type of people you encountered is actually a minuscule minority though they often tend to get more attention than they deserve, though not completely unwarranted, considering that such news would prompt authorities to get stricter with these miscreants.

By: A Harpy’s Progress: India - The Pursuit of Harpyness

A Harpy’s Progress: India - The Pursuit of Harpyness — Sun, 10 Jan 2010 14:57:38 +0000

[...] you about being a woman traveling in India, I can say that I never felt like I was in any danger. The groping incident pissed me off, but it was not repeated in the two weeks I was there. I took the usual [...]

By: rainy_day

rainy_day — Sat, 26 Dec 2009 04:41:29 +0000

oh, this story is a lovely present for Christmas! go becky!

I once punched a guy, in the face, for groping me in a bar. As I told my bff “it was my proudest feminist moment.”

By: Spark

Spark — Thu, 24 Dec 2009 01:59:59 +0000

Oh, how I love this image of Becky traveling the world, (literally) kicking ass and (figuratively) taking names… Happy holidays, harpies and friends! Here’s to another year of being a bitch.

By: TVille

TVille — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 18:14:02 +0000

Good for you! And the guide’s response is close to priceless.

By: Christina

Christina — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 05:32:19 +0000

Well done!

I hope that if that ever happens to me, I’ll be quick enough to get a punch in too– aim for the “spot”!

By: Mackey

Mackey — Tue, 22 Dec 2009 23:44:28 +0000

Go Becky!

By: Nepenthe

Nepenthe — Tue, 22 Dec 2009 21:22:14 +0000

The fake html tag didn’t take. That was sarcasm, for the record.

By: Nepenthe

Nepenthe — Tue, 22 Dec 2009 21:21:32 +0000

Well, Pilker, nothing says “slut” like a salwaar kameez.

By: Pilker

Pilker — Tue, 22 Dec 2009 20:12:35 +0000

I adore India. And I’ve never been so well-treated by complete strangers.
But there was this one guy,…

Walking in Old Delhi, and me in a modest salwaar kameez, a man coming towards me in the narrow lane grabbed my breast so hard as he passed me that I shrieked and it hurt so much I saw stars. Immediately, an older Muslim man with a long beard who had witnessed this ran after him, took off his shoe and started beating him. Another man nearby shouted “hit him for me, too!” Instant justice – just add shoe!