What is it about Indian men? Why do I dislike them so? I know why. They are Hobbsian freaks of nature rendered more freakish by the colonial-neoliberal nexus. Well! What does that mean? It means that a subject masculinity under colonial rule morphed into a colonial one but more violent, hydra like than its parental version. Men in their scramble for positions vacated by colonial patriarchy forgot about the work of self. What does it mean to be men of independence? What is this independence? What does it mean? Independence from what to do what? Colonial misogyny conflagrated cultural misogyny to the extent that women in this independent India were dying in scary numbers and no one cared. Even women didn't care. And here is where we are---men decimating women as if these bodies don't matter, never matter, will never matter. And no, it is not some men doing this crime. It's all men promoting this crime in their adherence to everyday acts of misogyny. Rape and murder are extreme manifestations of a Bollywood male star embarrassing a female star on stage at an awards function, when the same star will not take her no as his answer and instead force her into stupid acts for the sake of entertainment. How or why does a male "master of ceremonies" refer to a female star by his pet name for her while refer to a male star with the "Sir" prefix? Where does he acquire such privilege for such a discrimination? And why do male stars have the privilege of squirting their testosterone around everywhere, especially at awards shows in the way they construct their jokes and tell them? Why don't women have the same privilege? Why are they always the "butt" of jokes, never its progenitors? Often than not, female stars are spoken for rather than spoken with. Male stars appropriate all discursive space with such entitlement that it makes you wonder if everyone woman in that culture is Mindy Kaling (invisible) to everyone else. I have never seen a single man through my as many years of being of this culture who engaged with a woman as a human--they engaged with "her" as if she may as well not exist and their consistently inhuman engagement with "her"--"she" became Mindy. Women were never worth a kind word, a hug, a consideration, an ear, a hand, a touch, a kiss, a look, a thought, a thank you, and never love ever. I saw my father treat my mother as less than a slave even when she was as educated as him and came from a family four times as rich as his. What does that say about a culture that would privilege a poor man as a consort for a rich woman for her womanhood renders her less than any man? Why would my mother agree to her slavery? Because her father wouldn't have her back, he wouldn't give her financial support as a way for her to have a human spine so she could stand on her own and against those who are intent on breaking it and that is why her husband would not give her any consideration. A patriarchal collusion that renders "woman" inconsequential even as her body, mind, and matter are used to build concrete houses into homes and children into the next generation of slaves. I hate Indian men. I see one in the elevator and know that he is going to say something or do something that would be rude, uncouth, and downright cringe worthy. They don't know how to dress, how to talk, how to engage, how to empathize, how to treat themselves or those around them with a degree of social grace that makes for breathable social spaces. Here is my next project---training Indian men to be humans in every way good.