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Why woman's private parts are abused and consumed?

In Mohanlalganj, a woman was allegedly gang raped, brutally assaulted and murdered. Her private parts were mutilated .yes it is a country where woman is just the object to consume and where rape is the mistake men commit.
This times no writing on regular rhetoric on rape. Today the question is why woman’s body and private organs are abused in public both verbally and physically.
Like nirbhaya,in this case victim’s private parts were assaulted with sharp objects. It is clear, our society can rape woman with eyes. Mentality, masculine organ, finger and any damn thing that can be forced into a woman’s body.
How we reached so far? In ancient times woman’s breasts, vagina, clitoris were worshiped. The power to give birth to new life and later feed it was immensely sacred.
But civilization, as it advanced (degraded), woman’s private parts were made derogatory. All the verbal abuse is in the name of woman’s private parts. Everyday people abuse mothers and sisters. We are still boastful country, which sees woman as honor, however at every nook and corner woman is abused.We don’t treat her parts as natural but as commodity.
I was so enraged and disappointed to see the promo of Humpty Sharma ki dulhania, where in one scene; an erotic female body was inked on cake. Guys cut down the breast part and force it into another man’s mouth. Heights of pervert mindset .men eat breast.
Boyfriends/husbands love their partners, seek their bodies. They cuddle and adore her private parts. Back in life world they abuse clitoris and all those vital parts they cuddle, Fucking other’s mothers and sisters so often.
Why feminism still has not embolden woman so much that ,women all over the world unite and not to permit their partners to have sex or cuddle their bodies until they discontinue the age old habit of abusing woman and her vital parts.
This is all because of much established hubris of masculinity .we are embarrassed and disturbed to see that men don’t think that we exist beyond our vagina, thighs and bosoms. We have brain. We have heart. We are like them.
In so called comedy shows super stars show their upbringing and shallow respect for women, they utter phrases like “maa ki ankh”-double derogatory laughter. Some women also feel cool if they abuse like men. Shame on you .
In the volatile ecosystem created by the web, where words and visuals travel at the light’s pace, this custom of abuse has become grimmer. People in order to embarrass women they write and post pictures that vulgarize their private parts.
To quote the case of the most hated man of the internet Hunter Moore –the founder of revenge porn to website. There he invited male users to reveal sexual and objectifying photographs of their exes or even wives to shame them as slut. His website has now been shut down.
This is what porn games, movies are doing to the society. These are used as weapons to demean woman and her body. These have made women sex dolls with which men play.
Woman come out; stop the bullying on your private parts. Society, please teach male to respect the body of woman. If they cannot respect the body they should not be permitted to touch it, love it, adore it or mate with it.

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