We Are All Screwed

Book Name in English : We Are All Screwed

If you have ever seen a person (you know the type) who stares at a clump of hair in a bathroom drain like it personally betrayed civilization, you already understand this book.

That cocktail of horror, judgment, and mild existential panic? That is exactly how society reacts to women who refuse to lie flat in their bodies, voices, ambition, anger, or desire. Apparently, anything that cannot be rinsed away becomes a crisis.

In one of its sharpest chapters, Nikitha Ramanarayanan transforms that soggy domestic inconvenience into a disturbingly accurate metaphor for womanhood, not because women are messy, but the world is deeply uncomfortable with what it can’t quietly dispose of. It’s absurd and unsettlingly accurate.

This book moves through similar recognitions. It sits with what we have been trained to dismiss. It examines what we have normalised, defended, and simply learned to survive. Nothing here is dramatic for the sake of it, nor is it softened for comfort, just a steady, unflinching look at what we call ordinary, and the quiet cost of doing so.

If it feels personal, that’s because it is. And If it feels uncomfortable, that’s because it should.