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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcBQX8_eyp7ImA9WhRaFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18825715</id><updated>2012-02-19T01:47:30.143-05:00</updated><category term="Indians dont have sex vex ok" /><category term="The Carnival of Feminists" /><category term="Exasperation" /><category term="Moral policing" /><category term="Implosion" /><category term="I will call this a 'meme'" /><category term="Say wha?" /><category term="Gender" /><category term="I want me some alcohol" /><category term="Feminisms" /><category term="invisible women" /><category term="Cultural craphola" /><category term="Random shitiness" /><category term="Being brown" /><category term="Manic template change-ings" /><title>Days in a wannabe punk's life</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tamilpunkster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tamilpunkster.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18825715/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>twip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569187079604473588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/DaysInAWannabePunksLife" /><feedburner:info uri="daysinawannabepunkslife" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4MSHY-fSp7ImA9WxVVEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18825715.post-6381490905534916647</id><published>2009-03-02T15:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T16:23:09.855-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-02T16:23:09.855-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Exasperation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Feminisms" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I want me some alcohol" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cultural craphola" /><title>We are all bad girls.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tamilpunkster.blogspot.com/feeds/6381490905534916647/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18825715&amp;postID=6381490905534916647&amp;isPopup=true" title="63 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18825715/posts/default/6381490905534916647?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18825715/posts/default/6381490905534916647?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaysInAWannabePunksLife/~3/VkoKZ1thNBk/we-are-all-bad-girls.html" title="We are all bad girls." /><author><name>twip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569187079604473588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>63</thr:total><content type="html">An ex once said to me that he would only marry a girl of such extreme immaculate wholesomeness that even her father would not have dared lay a hand on her, lest her superawesomely ethereal purity be tarnished.Leaving aside the brain aneurysm inducing ludicrousness of the above statement (one amongst infinite reasons as to why the said psychopath is firmly an ex), and the understandable vomit &lt;br/&gt;
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[....]</content><feedburner:origLink>http://tamilpunkster.blogspot.com/2007/12/49th-carnival-of-feminists.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cNQ3g6eSp7ImA9WB9WFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18825715.post-8288159932848674459</id><published>2007-11-20T03:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T04:31:32.611-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-20T04:31:32.611-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Feminisms" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Being brown" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gender" /><title>autarchy and the divine feminine</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tamilpunkster.blogspot.com/feeds/8288159932848674459/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18825715&amp;postID=8288159932848674459&amp;isPopup=true" title="45 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18825715/posts/default/8288159932848674459?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18825715/posts/default/8288159932848674459?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaysInAWannabePunksLife/~3/GUezN-42rJo/autarchy-and-divine-feminine.html" title="autarchy and the divine feminine" /><author><name>twip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569187079604473588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>45</thr:total><content type="html">I have never hidden my compulsive fascination with Hindu mythology, specifically with respect to the countless goddesses situated in the Hindu pantheon.  This fixation of mine may very well seem like a side effect of my feminism, but it is not as simple as that.  I do admit to feeling an out of place, illogical warmth in my gut at the existence of goddesses (and powerful ones at that) in my &lt;br/&gt;
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[....]</content><feedburner:origLink>http://tamilpunkster.blogspot.com/2007/08/dichotomies-double-standards-and.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YNSHk7fSp7ImA9WB5UE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18825715.post-2089329926179030535</id><published>2007-08-17T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T16:06:39.705-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-08-17T16:06:39.705-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Exasperation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Random shitiness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gender" /><title>Mysteries of the sexes explained!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tamilpunkster.blogspot.com/feeds/2089329926179030535/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18825715&amp;postID=2089329926179030535&amp;isPopup=true" title="49 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18825715/posts/default/2089329926179030535?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18825715/posts/default/2089329926179030535?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaysInAWannabePunksLife/~3/wd9wLhuIbHA/mysteries-of-sexes-explained.html" title="Mysteries of the sexes explained!" /><author><name>twip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569187079604473588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>49</thr:total><content type="html">Here I am wallowing in boredom, fighting the colossal urge to cave in and blog about my neighbor and his increasingly bizarre relationship with his vexatious pet Maltese whose name Ms. Talywalker Melville the 2nd (no I am NOT making this up, I cannot possibly make something like this up) defies all vestiges of sanity I might expect from my neighbor.But mercifully, I have good friends who happen &lt;br/&gt;
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