At the best of times, the woman is labelled strong, independent, talented. At the worst, she is a drama queen, a street fighter or a wannabe poet, often finding source material in the meta data of her existential angst. The woman lives by herself but she refuses to choose the tag of being ‘alone’. Her hobbies are mediocre, for she has no interest in deep sea-diving or freezing her voluptuous ass at any base camp. The woman is mediocre; she was kicked out of patriarchy by a man. She thanks him profusely for that. Make no mistake, she is not trying to be the bigger person at all. She values the life that has followed after the ouster from the strange trap. The man was on a sex overdrive and found the woman not very hot. For a long time, the woman dwelled in the abyss of an inferiority complex. Then, in a rather insignificant moment, promised herself to always come with a bang.