So now, when they see girls wearing jeans and skirts (so different from what they have seen their mothers and grandmothers wear), or girls drinking alcohol (something that only men drink in their families while women sit separately talking about pressure cookers and bharta recipes), their brains automatically infer that these girls aren’t good.
I am not dark skinned. I don’t know how I would fare on the “fair-o-meter” (pun purposefully intended), but I am pretty fair. Not milk-fair but fair enough, if there ever was such a term. But when I was growing up, I wasn’t as fair as some of the girls around me, and was made to realize that every now and then.