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This October, we are fighting patriarchy. One burnt paper at a time. Join us!
Do you think walking a few miles, stopping at a place, and picking up some salt is going to free you from the government?
Not really.
And definitely not directly.
But here's what it does do though.
When you take that long-ass walk, people see you.
And then people join you.
Because honestly, it's kinda easy that way.
It's easier to walk with a crowd than to stand in front of the government and say, "fuck off."
And the government isn't exactly scared of one person walking.
So it lets you walk.
But then more and more people join.
And suddenly, the government realises that this isn't one person anymore.
It's a movement.
And even if the crowd is, for now, symbolically just picking up salt, it says something about what that crowd might be willing to do next.
And when you don't give people what they want, people eventually start taking matters into their own hands.
Sometimes literally.
Sometimes, unfortunately, figuratively.
And that's when things start changing.
Because somewhere along the way, a bunch of individuals stop feeling like individuals.
They start feeling like they're part of one common goal.
That's what symbolic acts can do.
→They create solidarity.
→They make people feel like, "Oh. I'm not the only one who thinks this."
And that's how movements begin.
→One person at a time.
→One symbolic act at a time.
So what are we doing now?
Well, me and my TwoXTopia team are going to fight the patriarchy.
The long-term goal is to
"dismantle the existing system"
The short-term goal however is to "start burning paper"
It's simple.
→Take a piece of paper.
→Write down one thing you hate about the patriarchy.
→And burn it.
That's it.
→Doesn't matter where you are.
→Doesn't matter what you write.
→Doesn't even matter if it's something huge or something that sounds ridiculously small.
Because the point isn't the paper.
The point is knowing that somewhere else, another woman is doing the exact same thing.
And once enough of us are doing it, we'll figure out what comes next.
Dismantling patriarchy from its roots is obviously a little more complicated than burning a piece of paper.
It's going to take time.
It's going to take a lot more than a hashtag.
But we'll figure it out.
Won't we, girls?
So, in the meantime,
Go burn that paper.
Post it online
Use the hashtags :
#SmashThePatriarchy #TwoXTopia
Not because a hashtag is going to dismantle anything.
But because we want to know we're doing it together.
And honestly, the mere existence of TwoXTopia as a women-only app is already one tiny step towards building spaces outside the systems we're used to.
But we're going to do more.
Much more.
This is just the beginning.
I did my part, it's your turn now!
PS : Post a video or a picture, show your face or don't show your face, post it on any social media platform. It doesn't matter what you choose to do. Just burn the words of patriarchy that you hate! Throughout October!
Not really.
And definitely not directly.
But here's what it does do though.
When you take that long-ass walk, people see you.
And then people join you.
Because honestly, it's kinda easy that way.
It's easier to walk with a crowd than to stand in front of the government and say, "fuck off."
And the government isn't exactly scared of one person walking.
So it lets you walk.
But then more and more people join.
And suddenly, the government realises that this isn't one person anymore.
It's a movement.
And even if the crowd is, for now, symbolically just picking up salt, it says something about what that crowd might be willing to do next.
And when you don't give people what they want, people eventually start taking matters into their own hands.
Sometimes literally.
Sometimes, unfortunately, figuratively.
And that's when things start changing.
Because somewhere along the way, a bunch of individuals stop feeling like individuals.
They start feeling like they're part of one common goal.
That's what symbolic acts can do.
→They create solidarity.
→They make people feel like, "Oh. I'm not the only one who thinks this."
And that's how movements begin.
→One person at a time.
→One symbolic act at a time.
So what are we doing now?
Well, me and my TwoXTopia team are going to fight the patriarchy.
The long-term goal is to
"dismantle the existing system"
The short-term goal however is to "start burning paper"
It's simple.
→Take a piece of paper.
→Write down one thing you hate about the patriarchy.
→And burn it.
That's it.
→Doesn't matter where you are.
→Doesn't matter what you write.
→Doesn't even matter if it's something huge or something that sounds ridiculously small.
Because the point isn't the paper.
The point is knowing that somewhere else, another woman is doing the exact same thing.
And once enough of us are doing it, we'll figure out what comes next.
Dismantling patriarchy from its roots is obviously a little more complicated than burning a piece of paper.
It's going to take time.
It's going to take a lot more than a hashtag.
But we'll figure it out.
Won't we, girls?
So, in the meantime,
Go burn that paper.
Post it online
Use the hashtags :
#SmashThePatriarchy #TwoXTopia
Not because a hashtag is going to dismantle anything.
But because we want to know we're doing it together.
And honestly, the mere existence of TwoXTopia as a women-only app is already one tiny step towards building spaces outside the systems we're used to.
But we're going to do more.
Much more.
This is just the beginning.
I did my part, it's your turn now!
PS : Post a video or a picture, show your face or don't show your face, post it on any social media platform. It doesn't matter what you choose to do. Just burn the words of patriarchy that you hate! Throughout October!
@prachi007 • 18d ago
The Nightly Unwind 🌙 | POV: No Gatekeeping
Saturday night casual circle: What is one thing you’ve been completely obsessed with this week that you need every woman in this app to know about?
A new book, a lip oil, a local cafe spot, a podcast, or a random life hack, drop your recommendations below.
No gatekeeping in the sanctuary!
A new book, a lip oil, a local cafe spot, a podcast, or a random life hack, drop your recommendations below.
No gatekeeping in the sanctuary!
@twoxtopia • 6h ago
The Nightly Unwind 🌙| POV: The Weekend Shift
The corporate mask is OFF. What version of yourself are we stepping into this weekend? Are you "Rotting in Bed with 14 Snacks," "The High-Energy Socialite," "The Master Chef in Training," or "Solo Museum Wanderer"? Claim your weekend energy below!
@twoxtopia • 1d ago
Day 3 of burning everything patriarchy says about me 🔥
I was 14 and in school. Back then, we had uniforms. Shirts and short pants for boys, and tunics that reached our knees for girls.
I was in 9th grade and used to cycle to my friend's house near our school. We'd then walk our cycles together to school, which was less than 600 metres away.
A 30-year-old neighbour of hers had been bothering her for years. She never really told her parents because she was worried they'd restrict her freedom to go out. She also didn't know whether they'd believe her when she told them what a creep he was.
One day, he physically stalked us as we were walking to school. This time, he put a crumpled piece of paper in the front basket of my bicycle and ran away.
It said, “I love you.”
I was traumatised.
I'd grown up reading about acid attacks in my country. I knew how some men could react when rejected romantically. And here I was, 14 years old, being stalked by a grown man.
Fortunately, my family wasn't as conservative.
I told my mother that a man was stalking me.
The words were simple enough. But they were so difficult to utter.
I was young. I was scared. And it felt so wrong and awkward to tell my mother about a man behaving this way towards me.
Because even when it's not your fault, one of the first thoughts that crosses your mind is: What if they restrict my freedom to protect me from the world?
I told her anyway.
She told my father. He took me to the man's house. First, he spoke to my friend's parents, who lived nearby. Then they went together to confront him.
My father gave his mother an earful. He would probably have thrashed the man himself if he'd been there, but the guy had run away when he saw us earlier.
And then his mother said something I'll never forget.
“Look at your girls. The way they walk and talk.”
I was 14.
I was wearing my school uniform. I was walking with my best friend.
*The world was not our problem.*
And this woman blamed us. She accused us of seducing her son.
Even at that age, I knew one thing for sure.
Even if I'd been walking around naked, her son had NO RIGHT to harass us.
I couldn't get the words out back then. The memory of what happened afterwards has become hazy over the years.
But I remember what it made me feel.
I think that was the day I became a proper feminist. I've spent the years since then learning more about feminism and expanding my understanding of what it means.
It also made me realise what internalised misogyny looks like. How some women become the very people who carry patriarchy forward, blaming girls for the behaviour of men.
And now?
I dress however I want.
Sometimes western, sometimes ethnic. Sometimes long, loose dresses. Sometimes short, tight ones.
I wear what makes me feel pretty. I don't change my clothes because someone else can't keep it in their pants.
I wish I could say I feel completely safe wearing a short dress in public at night.
We haven't reached that world yet.
But that doesn't mean I'm going to stop expressing myself.
*My clothes are not an invitation. My body is not an explanation. And a man's behaviour is not my responsibility.*
So today, I'm burning the idea that girls must cover themselves to protect men from their own behaviour.
Because I refuse to carry that blame.
And if you've ever been told to change what you wear because of how a man might behave, I hope you know this too: you were never responsible for his actions.
Sisters, what has patriarchy told you that you're ready to set on fire?
Write it down. Read it aloud. Burn it. And if you do, tell me about it. Let's turn this into a coven-wide ritual. 🔥
#SmashThePatriarchy
I was in 9th grade and used to cycle to my friend's house near our school. We'd then walk our cycles together to school, which was less than 600 metres away.
A 30-year-old neighbour of hers had been bothering her for years. She never really told her parents because she was worried they'd restrict her freedom to go out. She also didn't know whether they'd believe her when she told them what a creep he was.
One day, he physically stalked us as we were walking to school. This time, he put a crumpled piece of paper in the front basket of my bicycle and ran away.
It said, “I love you.”
I was traumatised.
I'd grown up reading about acid attacks in my country. I knew how some men could react when rejected romantically. And here I was, 14 years old, being stalked by a grown man.
Fortunately, my family wasn't as conservative.
I told my mother that a man was stalking me.
The words were simple enough. But they were so difficult to utter.
I was young. I was scared. And it felt so wrong and awkward to tell my mother about a man behaving this way towards me.
Because even when it's not your fault, one of the first thoughts that crosses your mind is: What if they restrict my freedom to protect me from the world?
I told her anyway.
She told my father. He took me to the man's house. First, he spoke to my friend's parents, who lived nearby. Then they went together to confront him.
My father gave his mother an earful. He would probably have thrashed the man himself if he'd been there, but the guy had run away when he saw us earlier.
And then his mother said something I'll never forget.
“Look at your girls. The way they walk and talk.”
I was 14.
I was wearing my school uniform. I was walking with my best friend.
*The world was not our problem.*
And this woman blamed us. She accused us of seducing her son.
Even at that age, I knew one thing for sure.
Even if I'd been walking around naked, her son had NO RIGHT to harass us.
I couldn't get the words out back then. The memory of what happened afterwards has become hazy over the years.
But I remember what it made me feel.
I think that was the day I became a proper feminist. I've spent the years since then learning more about feminism and expanding my understanding of what it means.
It also made me realise what internalised misogyny looks like. How some women become the very people who carry patriarchy forward, blaming girls for the behaviour of men.
And now?
I dress however I want.
Sometimes western, sometimes ethnic. Sometimes long, loose dresses. Sometimes short, tight ones.
I wear what makes me feel pretty. I don't change my clothes because someone else can't keep it in their pants.
I wish I could say I feel completely safe wearing a short dress in public at night.
We haven't reached that world yet.
But that doesn't mean I'm going to stop expressing myself.
*My clothes are not an invitation. My body is not an explanation. And a man's behaviour is not my responsibility.*
So today, I'm burning the idea that girls must cover themselves to protect men from their own behaviour.
Because I refuse to carry that blame.
And if you've ever been told to change what you wear because of how a man might behave, I hope you know this too: you were never responsible for his actions.
Sisters, what has patriarchy told you that you're ready to set on fire?
Write it down. Read it aloud. Burn it. And if you do, tell me about it. Let's turn this into a coven-wide ritual. 🔥
#SmashThePatriarchy
@prachi007 • 1d ago
Hi, I'm jpavithra150198! 👋
Hello! I’m 28, I work in corporate.
I would love to meet people and get to know them.
I like playing games , watching movies , reading , listening to music
I really would love to have more female friends .
I would love to meet people and get to know them.
I like playing games , watching movies , reading , listening to music
I really would love to have more female friends .
@jpavithra150198 • 1d ago
Week recap ✨️
@twoxtopia • 1d ago
The Nightly Unwind 🌙 | POV: The Mildly Unhinged Hot Take
Thursday unwind debate: Drop one completely harmless, low-stakes hot take that you will passionately defend to the death. (e.g., "Iced coffee in winter is superior," "Voicemails should be illegal," "Group travel is a setup"). Let's hear your most stubborn opinions below!
@twoxtopia • 2d ago
Hello, I'm bisakha, looking to find my Tribe! 👋
Proud gardener, part time baker and full time foodie. Grew up in Mumbai, lived across Calcutta, London & now Bangalore is home. Having worked extensively across ITC/Diageo/UB, I now work for a small boutique consulting firm helping international CPG clients with their Digital Transformation journeys.
Interested equally in a Bar Crawl or Personal Finance sesh :D
Interested equally in a Bar Crawl or Personal Finance sesh :D
Advice session is here!!
Girlies if there's anything you need advice on drop it in the comments and the others can help you out with advices 🫶
Afterall, women supporting women is our favorite genre 💜
#thursday advice
Afterall, women supporting women is our favorite genre 💜
#thursday advice
@twoxtopia • 2d ago
The Nightly Unwind | POV: The Petty Win
We are halfway through the week! Let's celebrate our "petty victories." What tiny, totally insignificant win gave you an irrational amount of satisfaction today?
(Examples: Catching the metro with 2 seconds left, someone backing up your point in ameeting, or leaving on time). Brag below!
(Examples: Catching the metro with 2 seconds left, someone backing up your point in ameeting, or leaving on time). Brag below!
@twoxtopia • 3d ago