While urban Indians like me run our own home into the ground, the 50% foreign community of Auroville has turned barren land into a lush forest. For more on this story, watch Follow This on Netflix.
I and countless other women in India — stars and civilians alike — balance the pressure to look flawless with the shame of admitting we aren’t already.
The government isn't even wearing protection while screwing us over.
Take a break from saving the world to laugh about it for a sec. You deserve this.
Take off your dentures, sit back, and enjoy this trip down memory lane.
No one does shawarmas like them, for one.
After the misogynistic track was taken off YouTube, hundreds of Indian men and boys coordinated attacks in 40 meme groups, to defend their freedom to be crass and abusive.
"We believe that there are men, there are men, and there are better men."
Dramatic photos show Mumbaikars wading through thigh-deep water to make it home.
King of Bollywood, king of sass, king of shutting shit down.
Indian women are well acquainted with stalking, harassment, and assault because Indian men are bombarded by pop culture heroes who tell them that behaviour is ok.
This is a public service announcement.
Chris, you were not the rolling wheels, you were the highway. Chester, we’re shouting ourselves hoarse a day late, frantic to reach you somewhere and say, in the end, it mattered.
Is this, finally, the integration of women's experiences into corporate culture? Or is it a setback for feminism? Can I have chocolate? Does anybody love me?
Wow, they're so hot, I feel like starting a carpool to work.