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Criticism, feminism

Feminists Are Missing The Point!!

The other day I went out on a date and the guy held the door open for me!! Can you believe it. How could he? Does he thinks that I can’t open the door for myself? Stupid white male. So I did what every great feminist should have done. I punched him in the face and went protesting against the male privilege. Topless! This should learn them men to respect us woman.

Meanwhile in Pakistan a woman who was raped by her cousin at gunpoint was sentenced to death because she’d intentionally seduced her cousin. Of course, it was her fault. She was sleeping in her room and the poor guy couldn’t resist his testosteron calling to rape her. She’s so guilty, right? The fact that the court sentenced her to death is flawless because it was decided by a group of men who thought that women are nothing but objects. Washing machines, child-bearing machines and sex robots.

Geez, why would feminists even worry about third world women. After all, in the developing countries there are men who control every single detail of women’s life. Not because, those men are disrespecting women or devaluing women. On the contrary, they care for them. If a woman is raped, then they should stone her to death so other women can learn how to be moral while sleeping in their own rooms and not seducing other men who “casually” walk in their rooms. See, it’s for the best for the woman. Women aren’t allowed to go to school, because why would you bother waking up at 6 am every morning to go to school (and probably seducing other men by just walking the street). After all, you’ll just end up as a teen bride. See, you’re even getting pampered. You’re not allowed to drive, because they fear for your life. Women are deficient in intelligence and driving might be really challenging, you know. So they’ll just get you your own driver who might rape you because you seduced him by sitting in the car and looking out the window. Tip: never look out the window or you’ll seduce your driver. And never look in the mirror because your eyes might meet and, ay yay yay, this is really irresistible. No one will blame him for raping you (not that they blame men for raping anyway). So you might just as well, for your own sake, stay at home so no one can rape you. Unless your brother or father decides to rape you. Then you have no out way.

Anyhow in case of rape, then you’re guilty. Don’t ever bother going to the court. They’ll just make it worse. They’ll call you the whore of the town and they’ll stone you. Not because they’re oppressing you, but they’re men and they’re strong and more intelligent.  They know that you’ve seduced your poor innocent cousin to rape you. And you deserve this. Actually don’t tell anyone and, who knows, maybe you can get away with this horrible sin without anyone knowing that you were raped. Unless you get pregnant, then you have 5 months to enjoy “life”, before the baby bump starts showing up and they’ll find out. This will be your end. God only knows how, though. It might be getting stoned to death or buried alive. You don’t even get to choose how, because you’re not a man and you’re not entitled to choose anything about your life. Not even how you’ll die. I’d advise you to get on contraceptives, but you can’t. See, in third world countries you don’t get to sleep with every single guy from the football team. You just get raped by your cousin or driver so you don’t have to worry about getting pregnant because you’ll die before the sperm gets to fertilise the egg. Who needs contraceptives? Definitely not third world women. Don’t forget to remember that when you’ll get stoned by a group of men who have raped many women like you, that this doesn’t mean they’re opposing you or something. It’s the best for you. They do it all for you. I mean, what’s life worth living for? Who wants to live? Right? You might just as well die.

But don’t get too jolly because, honey, you’re no way going to paradise. I mean, how dare you dream of going to paradise after seducing your cousin? You dirty men-seducing whore. Ain’t no fucking way you’re going to paradise. But at least you don’t have to see your rapist everyday in paradise. Because your rapist WILL be enjoying his time in paradise with other rapists. At least in hell, you won’t seduce any men. Oh, and don’t forget the free sauna in hell. Who doesn’t want that? But don’t wear anything revealing, ok? Don’t play your dirty games that you used to play on earth and show accidentally your ankles or wrists. You don’t want to get raped and then stoned again in hell. Anyhow, free sauna anyone?

Dear feminists, don’t you worry your pretty little minds about oppressed women in developing countries. Oppressed what? No, they’re living like “queens”, ok? You have noble missions to do here, in the US and Europe. I mean, let’s hang this guy who thought that I can’t open the door for myself. Let’s call all men who want to pay for us sexists and let’s grow out our armpits hair. All men who don’t want to go down on us because we have a full bush down there are racists. I know, race has nothing to do with this but let’s call them racists anyway because this will make them feel guilty. If a guy doesn’t feel guilty, God forbids, we’ll use bullshit arguments against him to show him how much of a bigot he is. Don’t use facts. No facts. We don’t take any facts. Facts are just for the dummies. We use words like racist and sexist, even though we don’t really know what they mean. Let’s also boycott Instagram because we can’t share photos where you can see our nipples. First global warming and now we can’t show our nipples on Instagram. Is this the apocalypse?

This is feminism. Not just any feminism. This is third wave feminism.

Criticism, Life

One Love Manchester Thing!!

Just came back from my vacation. A week full of adventures and crappy internet. And I’m shocked! I’m shocked by the “One Love Manchester”. In case you follow the news and don’t live on Mars then you’ve heard of the tragic Manchester terror attack. Totally heartbreaking. Not just for the young people who died but also for their families and loved ones and of course for Ariana as well. And the thought of Ariana willing to do something for the victims of this horrific terror attack is plausible. The thing is I don’t think dancing half-naked on stage will make a change. It definitely won’t bring the lives of those teenagers back. I don’t think either that the parents of the victim were jumping up and down because Ariana will pay for the funerals. Because, “well, we’ve lost our child, but you know what? Everybody will die someday and at least we don’t have to pay for the funeral.” 

When the terror attack first happened and the UK raised its threat level to critical (22 may 2017), I commented on a post on Facebook saying that this will only last for couple of days and then the world, and the UK, will move on and life will go on as if nothing has happend. Then the whole cycle will start all over again. Per usual I got tons of hate comments on my pessimistic thoughts.  On the 26th of may 2017, and just four days later, the UK reduced its threat level from critical to severe. The following days the UK must have reduced its threat level to nil because nothing has happened. And BAM! the 3rd of June; there was, yet again, another terror attack in London that led to the death of at least 7 (!!!!!) people and the injury of dozens more.

Well, Ariana and Miley won’t you twerk some more while singing side to side (which is obviously about sex (too much of it actually) and I think that it’s totally inappropriate to sing it in memory of those who have lost their lives in the Manchester terror attack) while the government sit back and enjoy the misery of our world? How many lives have to be lost before we actually do something about them instead of our “pray for *insert place name*” tweets.

Don’t get me wrong. I’ll be the first one who’ll pray for the lives of those killed in any terror attack unregarded of their faith, ethnicity, nationality or gender. I’ll be the first one to change her profile picture to a new profile picture with the flag of the country where a terror attack has happened. But I’m tired. Tired of doing nothing. Tired of living in fear while others are being killed, shot dead or stabbed. Knowing that I or one of my loved ones might be next. I’m tired of expressing our sorrow and fear for those terror attacks only through our tweets, instead of our actions. I’m tired of checking my social media every morning and finding that there was yet another terror attack somewhere in the world and people breathed their last breathes in pools of blood while I was sleeping. I’m tired of this chaos.

Criticism, feminism

Dear Amber Rose!!

Dear Amber Rose,

First off, how do you stay in shape like that? I’m 13 years younger than you and don’t look just as good!

Second, would you please stop telling (young) girls to hoe around? No, I’m not slut shaming and you do have the complete freedom to do whatever you want. I’m only concerned about the girls and woman who take you as a role model and sleep with every guy that buys them drinks. See, I’m not going to talk about STD’s etc etc, because everybody knows the risks. And I bet you’ve heard of “if he takes his condom off, then it’s rape” (aka stealthing). I don’t know what you think about this, but we all know one thing for sure if he takes it off (and he’s positive), then the chances of you getting an STD is 100%.

But, we’ll leave this aside because we have another issues to tackle here. Because what if the guy you’re sleeping with and don’t even know his name turns out to be a serial killer. Yes, this does happen in real life and not just a scenario straight out of a thriller. How many prostitutes were murdered while they were on duty? And, i’m not comparing you to prostitutes, after all they do it for money, but this kind of stuff do happen. What if he rapes you? What if he doesn’t stop when you say so? What if, in most fortunate cases, he turns out to be a thief that robs you of your money and everything you have. Isn’t that something that you should be telling girls to take into consideration?

What about feelings? What if, even though you repeatedly tell yourself that you’re just a hoe who has no feelings, butterflies start dancing in your belly. Because, last time I checked, science does say that you have feelings that you can’t always control. Has to do with hormones, you know.

In a perfect world, you’d be able to hook up with every guy (or girl) you know and don’t know. But, alas, reality is different. Reality is harsh.

So next time, you show some bum and tell your fans to hoe around and have no care in the world, tell them to take those things first into consideration.

feminism, Life

The Female Privilege?

I grew up in a family where going to the university is normal. It started 3 generations ago and we kept this tradition. Except for my cousin who got married at 18 right after graduating from high school. Getting marry early is obviously not our (family) thing as well. Don’t get me wrong. If you’re not into school, don’t go to school. If you think you’ve found the one, go ahead marry him and have ten kids with him if you want to. We can argue about finding “the one” at 18, because I don’t really believe that there’s such thing as “the one” and not at 18. Since I turned 18, I’ve met many “great” guys who turned out to be douchebags after a while. But that’s just me and I have a love hate relationship with guys. The main point is; if you want to do something, do it and vice versa.

Though, the thing that bugs me when it comes to my cousin that she never has a say about what she wants. He decided that she’s not going to school, because he wants kids. He decided that she’s not going to post pictures of herself on Facebook because sir can get really jealous if her guy friends liked her pictures (even though she had to block like 99% of them). See, I don’t post that many pictures of me on social media, only if I went to a special event or traveled somewhere I’d literally bombard you with pictures (most of them of places and nature). But I know my cousin and I know how much she loves taking pictures and sharing them with people. That was literally her hobby. I’d get it if he chose not to share much on social media for privacy (I still don’t get why, but we’ll just go with it), but he changes his profile picture every week. EVERY WEEK! Even teenagers don’t do that.

Talking about female privilege; isn’t it important to make sure that our marriages are  healthy? That both of them are compatible? That both of them get to decide how their life is going to look like. The reason why I’m a half feminist is because feminists, somehow, always want women to have the upper hand in a relationship. But that wouldn’t make a healthy relationship as well. Compatibility is the key, I guess!

(If you’re wondering how a healthy relationship should look like, take a look at this image below that I found somewhere on Pinterest)

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Life

Thou Shall Not Worry!!!

Today was an emotional day. I had my med entrance exam and just being there made me feel so small. I mean, all those people (competitors, shall I say?) were athletes, did internships in hospitals and travelled the world and I was there with my 5 months experience as a volunteer in a nursing home.

I’m not the one to lose hope easily, but let’s just say that I need a miracle to get in. Yes, I cried afterwards. Yes, I’m crying right now. It’s just that this is all I’ve ever wanted. Anyhow, I’m writing this not to bore you. I was thinking. If there’s something that I’ve learned in the last 21 years, is that sometimes we worry about things. It’s natural. But our worries and problems that seems huge now, will not be as big a year from now. A year from now, you’ll not be the same. Your life will not be the same. Life can take different turns. You Can’t Predict Life! And you may love it or hate it, but that’s how it’s.

So next time you feel that your problems are too big, give yourself some time. Cry. Wipe your tears. Cry some more. And finally set your goals straight and focus on the things that you can control.

Love

My Prince Won’t Come!

Every year we have this great holiday where people in relationships remember this tiny fact and decide to buy their “loved ones” a rose while people like me just sit in the corner and wonder what’s wrong with us. We call it Valentine’s day and it’s on the 14th of February.

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See, this is the 21st Valentine’s day that I spend in my lonesomeness (Where is my Genesis Award?). For the last couple years it’d always felt so lonely, I must admit. For the last 20 years I’ve been telling myself that someday my prince will come. That’s what Snow white told us all, right? On days like this I used to get really frustrated. Why does it take my prince that long? The thing is not everybody gets a prince, you know. It’s like winning the lottery. We all wish if it’d be us. Mom tells me that i’m still too young to give up. It’s just that it no longer matters. Why spend your whole life waiting for prince charming, when you can have fun on your own, right?

This year, as the 14th of February approaches, I’ll just buy myself some chocolate and roses like a real lady boss.

Life

You Can’t Predict Life!

Growing up, I’d always dreamed of my sweet sixteen party. Balloons, friends and most definitely a boyfriend. By then i’ll be over 1,70 m (5,7 ft.) because my sister is tall. When i finally turn 16 i’ll dye my hair red as in “Rihanna red”. When i turned 16, we’d just moved to a new country. I had no friends there and lost almost all connections with all “old friends”. I  didn’t have a boyfriend and was waiting for my body to grow taller than 1,60 m. My hair wasn’t dyed red and will probably never be red. I celebrated my sweet sixteen with  my parents and sister (which was really enough to make me feel blessed) and I was allowed to drink beer. You see, life takes weird turns and things that you take for granted now aren’t so guaranteed. If there’s one thing i’ve learned in the last four years then it’s to never expect a lot and plan a lot. It’s somehow good to have plans (and back-up plans) but always, always, always remember there’s no guarantee. So you might just as well live in the moment and not care (too much) about what’s yet to come because, dear, life is so unpredictable.

feminism

Why I’ll Never Be A Hairy Feminist?

The other day I was at the swimming pool. Just soaking up the sun and enjoying my two favorite things about summer: the sun and new bikini’s (especially when it’s mint-green!). Then, I saw it. There it was. Oh God, I missed a spot. how can it be!! When i woke up earlier that day- and even though it was a Saturday and I never wake up early on Saturdays- to shave my legs, I somehow missed a spot. “Can they see it? Oh God, what if they can see it? Does anybody here have a razor? A tweezer would do! Hey you, hello, do you have a razor? Why don’t you answe.. oh wait you can’t hear me. Probably it’s for my own benefit that you can’t. Probably you don’t see it. Probably no one can see it. But what if they do!!” All those thoughts kept running through  my mind at the speed of light. Till a comforting thought jumped into my thoughts swirl and made me feel better about my unshaved spot: feminists never shave. I had peace for the rest of the day thinking like that. Till I lay in bed that night and start thinking: shaving is not bad at all. Not if you’re doing it for yourself. I know that society tells us to shave every single hair on our body even before we can see it. Guys don’t like hairy girls. I know because every single guy I know has made a joke about a girl with a “mustache”. Of course we, women, feel the pressure to shave when everyone is telling us to shave and that no one will ever like us if we have our armpits unshaved. Sad but it’s true. But then again I can’t live my life knowing that my armpits are unshaved. I can’t wear short skirts without shaving my legs, not because I’m supposed to, but it’s just I love silky, hairless legs. And the worst part is when it’s that time of the month if you know what i mean. yeeks!

yes, I’m a feminist but I still shave. Not for the world. Not for the boys. Not for anyone, but for me! And I’ll keep doing it for me.

Life

A billion reason to be thankful for

Recently I got a friend request on Facebook from a childhood friend that I haven’t spoken to in over 10 years. It turned out that she was looking for me on Facebook, twitter etc. That’s exactly what I was doing. I even messaged someone with the same name asking if she was who I thought she was. Weird, I know. She didn’t respond though. Anyway, back to my friend: we caught up for a while. You know, what we’ve been up to and life in general. I still remember very well how she just vanished: one day her father, who was a journalist, just got abducted from their own home in front of her mother and two younger brothers and they never heard anything about him again. They, then, had to flee their home for a safer place and that’s when I stopped hearing from her. Till now. This got me thinking about my life in general. Even though I’m pretty an optimistic person, I do get caught up sometimes in the spiral of negativity: I’m not enough, no one loves me and I do not have enough red lipsticks (which is certainly not true, I assure you, I have enough red lipsticks for the rest of my life). But you know what? I live in a safe place, I have a loving family and friends, I get to do things that I love and enjoy, I have a job and even though It’s part-time but I get paid enough to buy more red lipsticks (and nudes because they’re my new obsession). I have a billion reason to be thankful and so does my friend, whose dads’ fate is still unknown, because she still has the rest of her family. So do you. You’ve probably been ungrateful in some period of your life and maybe you’re right now in one of those times. Always remember though: you have a billion reason to be thankful for.

This is an invitation for you to take the time today to think about all the blessing in your life. Probably on your way home or before going to bed.

PS: I was born and raised in Baghdad and such things (read: kidnaps) are very common there, that they’re almost normal. well, “normal”! They’re certainly not normal because it still affects you in a way or another. Your heart still aches and you always shed a tear when you hear about them. It’s just that people there are so used to it, that they’ve almost become numb… if that makes sense.