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22 November 2010
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23 March 2010
Facebook off
Before you share something on facebook, ask yourself the following questions:
1) Why? Yes, for the most part, there needs to be a reason, and a good one too!
2) Do they really need to know this? If the answer is no, DO NOT SHARE.
3) Would I share this with my mother? see above.
4) If I were to run for public office will this come to bite me in the buttocks? (Please read buttocks like Forrest Gump would.) If the answer is YES, DO NOT SHARE.
5) Would I be in trouble if this gets out to the public? see above.
6) Does this make me look like the idiot I most likely am? see above.
7) Is this spelled correctly? If the answer is no, or there's a squiggly line under the word, go to dictionary.com find the correct spelling.
8) Does this require tone to be understood correctly? If the answer is yes, DO NOT SHARE.
9) Is the person I'm talking to in the other room? If the answer is yes, go to the other room you lazy bum.
10) Is this an original idea/thought/picture? If the answer is NO, CITE YOUR SOURCE, tag, link or do something to show that it's not yours.
People, facebook (and the internet in general) is a public forum. Act like you would in public, better yet, act like you would if your grandparents were watching your every move.
And if you're one of those people who take a picture of their every meal. STOP. We know, you eat pretty food. Good for you. It's not interesting to your 200+ friends.
Don't even get me started on people who post new pictures of their kids everyday. Let's keep it to once a month, okay?-unless they're doing something extraordinary, like winning an Oscar or getting a Nobel Prize, capisce?
21 March 2010
فشييييييييييله
This one
(Craptastic, tabloid TV station)
and this one
(Crappy Salafist newspaper)
got married.
Their "wedding" was covered live all night by Scope TV.
Really? I was embarrassed for them and their families. Who okay'ed this?
Were they that desperate to get her married? That's so sad.
Why set yourself up to be the butt of a joke?
How is this going to affect their organizations?
How are the Salafis dealing with her crappy TV shows?
Will Arrouiah's crap coverage of crap change?
Why would u want to broadcast your wedding?
EDA: Apparently, the Amir and the Crown Prince were witnesses at their ceremony. Only days before the Parliament will take a vote of confidence on the Minister of Information after questioning him over his leniency and disregard for regulations with tabloid satellite channels (such as Scope TV) last week. Maybe it's a coincidence and His Highness is doing it out of familial obligation-or something. Yeah.
(Craptastic, tabloid TV station)and this one
(Crappy Salafist newspaper)got married.
Their "wedding" was covered live all night by Scope TV.
Really? I was embarrassed for them and their families. Who okay'ed this?
Were they that desperate to get her married? That's so sad.
Why set yourself up to be the butt of a joke?
How is this going to affect their organizations?
How are the Salafis dealing with her crappy TV shows?
Will Arrouiah's crap coverage of crap change?
Why would u want to broadcast your wedding?
الله يهني سعيد بسعيده
EDA: Apparently, the Amir and the Crown Prince were witnesses at their ceremony. Only days before the Parliament will take a vote of confidence on the Minister of Information after questioning him over his leniency and disregard for regulations with tabloid satellite channels (such as Scope TV) last week. Maybe it's a coincidence and His Highness is doing it out of familial obligation-or something. Yeah.
14 March 2010
Remember when...
What I miss most about older Khaleeji music (50-80's)...
...are the Egyptian back up singers.
...are the Egyptian back up singers.
31 January 2010
And the card attached would say...Thank you for being a friend
I'm lucky that I have friends...
- who can pull me out of my apathy (not an easy feat by anyone's standards).
- who make me want to be better all around...because of their awesomeness.
- who tell me to I'm prettier than x,y, and z
- who want me in their lives.
- who call, email and text message...even when I don't.
- who call at midnight because they found someone they think I should marry and think of elaborate schemes to make me fall in love.
- who tell me that they're proud of being my friend.
- who miss me when I don't IM for days, or haven't seen me in years.
- who know not to hug me when I'm crying.
- who get my humor and think I'm funny even when I'm pushing it.
- who trust me enough to ask for my opinion.
- who know that their secrets are safe with me.
- who, when coming over to my house, call as they drive by the supermarket to ask if I need anything. Do I have enough drinks? Ice? Napkins?
- who will tell me to trim my hair 'cause no prince is ever gonna need to climb it.
- who tell me my pants are too tight, my shirt is too short, my bun is too big.
- who will make tea and bum with me at home when I don't feel like going out.
- who will read someone's facebook status and then call me screaming "OMG! YOU HAVE TO CHECK X'S STATUS."
- who believe in me.
- who love my mom, because (1)she's my mom (2) she's amazing
- who love me.
- who share good memories, bad memories and embarrassing ones in private only.
- who answer my absurd questions, most frequently "do you think misyar's halal? would you ever do it?"
- who share my love for Michael Scott, President Bartlett, Liz Lemon, Stephen Colbert and Nikki Hendrickson. And Sam Seaborn. Especially Sam Seaborn.
- who get psyched about watching political debates with me.
- who will listen to me going on and on about Kuwaiti politics whether they're interested or not.
- who allow me to make Arabic coffee in our shared room, even when the leftover grinds looks like diarrhea in the bathroom trashcan.
- who allow me to be part of their lives.
- who answer my many many many unnecessary questions.
- who trust me with their kids.
- who ride in my car, regardless of how clean, stinky or fancy it is.
- who share my love for Nigra.
- who bring nail polish with them 'cause they got some that will match the outfit I'm wearing tomorrow.
- who attempt to wake me up for Fajer prayer. Even though they've tried all five days this week with no success.
- who share their books with me.
- who share my Sarah Palin hate.
- who will not blackmail me with photos/videotape/recordings of me.
- who are patient.
- who will pick me up from airports even when they have better things to do.
- who will drop me off at airports including Sharjah International. Even with Dubai-Sharjah traffic jams.
- who will drive all the way from Abu Dhabi to spend a day with me.
- who will find a way to spend a few hours with me even when it's not the most convenient time/place for them.
- who will lend me hair accessories, dresses, shoes and whatever else they think I may need...although it almost never fits.
- who truly believe that I know everything.
- who don't believe that I know everything but will tell people I do anyway.
- who will host me in their homes for days.
- who understand that I need to be fed every few hours and ask me if I'm hungry in between those hours.
- whose eyes light up when they say "coffee?"
- who will tolerate my outrage about pretty much anything and everything.
- who understand the importance of customer service and will back me up when I flip out and go on a "May I talk to the manager, please?" rant.
- who will share my excitement over coupons, sales and other deals.
- who will tolerate my Arabic pop culture ignorance and attempt to fill me in.
- who believe in the power of gmail and gtalk the talk.
- who have a sense of humor.
- who I can trust.
- who I am proud of.
- whose awesomeness can fill the internets a few times over, to save some internet space for future generations this will end here.
16 December 2009
Awkward.
The kid's cute...but I'm really into the awkwardness at minute 7:00.
Sheikh Khalifa of the UAE tries to "kiss" his nose. Kuwaities don't really do that, so the kid insists on kissing his head.
King Abdullah of KSA asks the kid where he's from-as in which tribe, the kid says "Kuwait".
The best exchange is with Sheikh Hamad of Qatar.
09 June 2009
12 November 2008
66 years from now...
Two days ago, I was showing an American visitor around Kuwait and we ended up at the National Museum of Kuwait. If you haven't been there, definitely make a point to go it's a lot of fun.
In the museum's heritage building, where you walk around "old Kuwait" (1940's pre-oil) with the different stores, then you enter a home, then the hall turns into an exhibition display of items, clothing and other things.
I've always been interested in history but have found ours less than exciting, walking through the museum, Kuwait's relative youth really sunk in. I mean, there are people alive who remember this pretty well. My parents, both born in the late 50's, came only 10 years after oil was discovered!
This realization struck a chord in me. I mean, I've known all along that we're young and don't really have a wealth of political experience/tradition either but, we're really really really young!
Things that piqued my interested at the museum:
Shoes:
At the Kharraz (the Cobbler)'s shop, where a mannequin of a cobbler was making shoes with his tools around him, we noticed that the men's footwear was made of comfortable leather like the ones seen here. The womens' shoes on the other hand, the gubgab, were made of wood. A wooden bottom, and a tiny leather strap on top.
If ever we need evidence that shoes are a tool of the patriarchy all around the world. Whether it's foot binding or having to wear extremely uncomfortable shoes, it's all meant to keep women barefoot and pregnant.
As we walked along to the photography exhibition that had pictures from 1942, I noticed that all the women in the pictures were barefoot. Some of the men wore shoes but none of the ladies did. (Of course, in my mind, they all refused to wear these ridiculous shoes as an act of protest not because they were too poor to buy them.)
Documents/documentation:
On display where several official handwritten documents of pearl divers, licenses and such, with photos and fingerprints on them. It's amazing how juvenile they seem today.
One of the placards by a display of old cameras mentioned that there weren't any cameras around so Kuwaitis would have to go get their official pictures taken at the British Consulate. Unfortunately, not all placards had Arabic and English explanations on them and often the Arabic explanation was more informative, which was an inconvenience to my non-Arabic speaking guest.
On corporal punishment:
In the kitab, the Qura'an school where young boys learned basic Arabic through Qura'an and arithmetic, there was a boy standing in a corner with his hands raised above his head as punishment for doing something wrong. I loved that they added that in there!
Trade routes/wealth:
Looking at a trade route map on the wall, from India and Eastern Africa to Kuwait and back, I couldn't help but contemplate the relationship between wealth, slavery (economic or literal), and sophistication.
To think that less than 70 years ago, women my age would've been illiterate, barefoot, and probably had several children was quite breathtaking. To think that from my grandmother's time we've gone from basic literacy to PhD's and being fluent in not one but two languages. From having slaves at home, to well....
We've come a loooooooong way.
Or have we?
I wonder what the next 66 years will bring.
In the museum's heritage building, where you walk around "old Kuwait" (1940's pre-oil) with the different stores, then you enter a home, then the hall turns into an exhibition display of items, clothing and other things.
I've always been interested in history but have found ours less than exciting, walking through the museum, Kuwait's relative youth really sunk in. I mean, there are people alive who remember this pretty well. My parents, both born in the late 50's, came only 10 years after oil was discovered!
This realization struck a chord in me. I mean, I've known all along that we're young and don't really have a wealth of political experience/tradition either but, we're really really really young!
Things that piqued my interested at the museum:
Shoes:
At the Kharraz (the Cobbler)'s shop, where a mannequin of a cobbler was making shoes with his tools around him, we noticed that the men's footwear was made of comfortable leather like the ones seen here. The womens' shoes on the other hand, the gubgab, were made of wood. A wooden bottom, and a tiny leather strap on top.
If ever we need evidence that shoes are a tool of the patriarchy all around the world. Whether it's foot binding or having to wear extremely uncomfortable shoes, it's all meant to keep women barefoot and pregnant.
As we walked along to the photography exhibition that had pictures from 1942, I noticed that all the women in the pictures were barefoot. Some of the men wore shoes but none of the ladies did. (Of course, in my mind, they all refused to wear these ridiculous shoes as an act of protest not because they were too poor to buy them.)
Documents/documentation:
On display where several official handwritten documents of pearl divers, licenses and such, with photos and fingerprints on them. It's amazing how juvenile they seem today.
One of the placards by a display of old cameras mentioned that there weren't any cameras around so Kuwaitis would have to go get their official pictures taken at the British Consulate. Unfortunately, not all placards had Arabic and English explanations on them and often the Arabic explanation was more informative, which was an inconvenience to my non-Arabic speaking guest.
On corporal punishment:
In the kitab, the Qura'an school where young boys learned basic Arabic through Qura'an and arithmetic, there was a boy standing in a corner with his hands raised above his head as punishment for doing something wrong. I loved that they added that in there!
Trade routes/wealth:
Looking at a trade route map on the wall, from India and Eastern Africa to Kuwait and back, I couldn't help but contemplate the relationship between wealth, slavery (economic or literal), and sophistication.
To think that less than 70 years ago, women my age would've been illiterate, barefoot, and probably had several children was quite breathtaking. To think that from my grandmother's time we've gone from basic literacy to PhD's and being fluent in not one but two languages. From having slaves at home, to well....
We've come a loooooooong way.
Or have we?
I wonder what the next 66 years will bring.
22 August 2008
Moment of inspiration
Roqaya Al-Gassara shames all of us who use hijab as an excuse to do nothing (myself included).
Congratulations Roqaya.
Definitely deserving of a غولدن خلالة/Golden Khalalah Award.
12 June 2008
Faith: practice makes perfect
As cliche as Nike's "Just Do It" has become I find that it best describes my attitude towards the ritualistic aspects of Islam.
Faith, like everything else in life, is driven more by habit than by internal spiritual motivation. It's a matter of conscious commitment.
The problem is that puts me at odds with the popular religious rhetoric.
We pray our five daily prayers because we believe. We only come to miss praying when it becomes a habit. When I lived in the U.S. praying Isha'a in congregation at the mosque was something I did daily. I miss it when I don't go, not because of some spiritual calling but because it has become a habit. The sights, the sounds, the motions and even the people at the mosque made my night complete.
Yes there is a bond that develops eventually, at least I hope, but it doesn't happen instantly. News Flash: The minute you start praying your life won't change. Chances are NOTHING will happen. Eventually, it becomes part of who you are, you develop a stronger God-consciousness by habit.
This has always been my approach to religion, if something is prescribed and I believe it then I won't wait for a "calling" to at least attempt it.
I've always been bothered by preachers who make rituals romantic. "Fajer prayer will bring you peace and sakeena..." Riiiight. May be true for some BUT personal experience has taught me that in the immediate future fajer prayers will disrupt my sleep and annoy the crap out of me because I have to take it into account while trying to get to sleep the night before.*
Romantics say "hijab will feel right and you'll feel spiritual and protected." I say clearly that's a statement made by a man. Hijab is hot and it crimps your style (if you're doing it right) but that's all beside the point.
If you believe that hijab is right should it matter how it'll make you feel? Because regardless of the way you feel, if you start you'll get used to it and it'll be part of you soon enough. I'm not saying the practice is without challenges.
One of the tabiyeen, the generation after the companions, said something to the effect of "I struggled with myself to pray Qiyam ul-Lail for 20 years, then came to enjoy them 20 years after." If it took a tabi3i, who arguably had a stronger connection to the Prophet than we do and much less distractions, 20 full years to begin to enjoy the voluntary prayers why are preachers talking of instant gratification to my generation?
I guess like pretty much everything else, my approach to religion is practical and logical. And I think religious romantics are doing us all a disfavor with their rhetoric.
Earlier posts on faith here.
Faith, like everything else in life, is driven more by habit than by internal spiritual motivation. It's a matter of conscious commitment.
The problem is that puts me at odds with the popular religious rhetoric.
We pray our five daily prayers because we believe. We only come to miss praying when it becomes a habit. When I lived in the U.S. praying Isha'a in congregation at the mosque was something I did daily. I miss it when I don't go, not because of some spiritual calling but because it has become a habit. The sights, the sounds, the motions and even the people at the mosque made my night complete.
Yes there is a bond that develops eventually, at least I hope, but it doesn't happen instantly. News Flash: The minute you start praying your life won't change. Chances are NOTHING will happen. Eventually, it becomes part of who you are, you develop a stronger God-consciousness by habit.
This has always been my approach to religion, if something is prescribed and I believe it then I won't wait for a "calling" to at least attempt it.
I've always been bothered by preachers who make rituals romantic. "Fajer prayer will bring you peace and sakeena..." Riiiight. May be true for some BUT personal experience has taught me that in the immediate future fajer prayers will disrupt my sleep and annoy the crap out of me because I have to take it into account while trying to get to sleep the night before.*
Romantics say "hijab will feel right and you'll feel spiritual and protected." I say clearly that's a statement made by a man. Hijab is hot and it crimps your style (if you're doing it right) but that's all beside the point.
If you believe that hijab is right should it matter how it'll make you feel? Because regardless of the way you feel, if you start you'll get used to it and it'll be part of you soon enough. I'm not saying the practice is without challenges.
One of the tabiyeen, the generation after the companions, said something to the effect of "I struggled with myself to pray Qiyam ul-Lail for 20 years, then came to enjoy them 20 years after." If it took a tabi3i, who arguably had a stronger connection to the Prophet than we do and much less distractions, 20 full years to begin to enjoy the voluntary prayers why are preachers talking of instant gratification to my generation?
I guess like pretty much everything else, my approach to religion is practical and logical. And I think religious romantics are doing us all a disfavor with their rhetoric.
Earlier posts on faith here.
11 June 2008
08 May 2008
Kids make booboos better
When in a foul mood, I watch kid videos on youtube. Instant mood-lift.(All of these are really old.)
"Blood: It's not funny"
Dangit Family Guy! Now all British kids remind me of Stewie.
I love the last part in this one, where she realizes that "ask" is a bad word. "Ooooooh!"
The next one has foul language:
"Blood: It's not funny"
Dangit Family Guy! Now all British kids remind me of Stewie.
I love the last part in this one, where she realizes that "ask" is a bad word. "Ooooooh!"
The next one has foul language:
06 April 2008
can you hear me now? تاتش& مودي
As I eavesdropped into two guys's conversation at the Avenues Mall today (I know...bad G!..but much more fascinating than my sister talking about 7th grade) I wondered:
When did "mood" and "touch" enter the Kuwaiti lexicon?
It's a pet peeve of mine when people use English words and change their meaning in Arabic!!
Case in point: the two guys in the adjacent tables, late 20's, talking:
Guy #1: (talking about boss at work treating him badly)"ana kilish moo moody chithee"
Guy #2: "inta min mita 9ayer iltouch bainik o'baina?" (about the boss)
I've heard mood being used like that several times now. It drives me insane.
But if you want to see me go crazy I hate it when people say "touch". I'm sure he doesn't mean his boss made an inappropriate homosexual advance towards him...NO TOUCHING HAPPENED!! Why the hell would you say touch?
If anything a "touch" is a good thing!
Please join my campaign to stop the simultaneous bastardization of Arabic and English. I'm all for mixing languages (after all, I can't be that big of a hypocrite) let's just stay true to both when we mix.
Think about it this way: Every time you say something stupid like "touch" and "mood" a hair follicle dies and a fat cell makes your love handles its home. In time you'll be left stupid, bald and fat.
Not that I have anything against chunky bald people. Really, I don't. I'm just saying it's unattractive. You being stupid, not being fat and bald.
Just to show y'all that I now know how to insert a line. (Oh shut up you internet prodigy!)
Look mom! I did it again!
When did "mood" and "touch" enter the Kuwaiti lexicon?
It's a pet peeve of mine when people use English words and change their meaning in Arabic!!
Case in point: the two guys in the adjacent tables, late 20's, talking:
Guy #1: (talking about boss at work treating him badly)"ana kilish moo moody chithee"
Guy #2: "inta min mita 9ayer iltouch bainik o'baina?" (about the boss)
I've heard mood being used like that several times now. It drives me insane.
But if you want to see me go crazy I hate it when people say "touch". I'm sure he doesn't mean his boss made an inappropriate homosexual advance towards him...NO TOUCHING HAPPENED!! Why the hell would you say touch?
If anything a "touch" is a good thing!
Please join my campaign to stop the simultaneous bastardization of Arabic and English. I'm all for mixing languages (after all, I can't be that big of a hypocrite) let's just stay true to both when we mix.
Think about it this way: Every time you say something stupid like "touch" and "mood" a hair follicle dies and a fat cell makes your love handles its home. In time you'll be left stupid, bald and fat.
Not that I have anything against chunky bald people. Really, I don't. I'm just saying it's unattractive. You being stupid, not being fat and bald.
Just to show y'all that I now know how to insert a line. (Oh shut up you internet prodigy!)
Look mom! I did it again!
13 March 2008
Dear Diary,
The craziest thing happened to me today. Standing in line at a Starbucks, a girl in front of me keeps looking at me and looking away. I was smiling at her. As we waited for our drinks, the girl comes up to me, smiles, and asks if she could ask a personal question.
"Maybe," I said with a smile.
"Where do you usually get your makeup done for weddings," she asked.
I was really confused because I'd just left a 3aza (paid my respects to a mourning family, aka wake without a body) so I had no makeup on.
"I do it on my own," I said with a puzzled look on my face.
"This is really strange...right? But here's my number, I love your face! I feel like I could do wonders with it. I'd do it for free."
"Aaaaah....mashkoora (thank you). Do you have a salon or something..?"
"No, I'm just starting out...but I'm crazy about makeup"
I'm not sure if that was a compliment or someone trying to tell me I'm in desperate need of a makeover.
I am a magnet to weird situations. I guess that's why people around here don't smile at strangers.
The craziest thing happened to me today. Standing in line at a Starbucks, a girl in front of me keeps looking at me and looking away. I was smiling at her. As we waited for our drinks, the girl comes up to me, smiles, and asks if she could ask a personal question.
"Maybe," I said with a smile.
"Where do you usually get your makeup done for weddings," she asked.
I was really confused because I'd just left a 3aza (paid my respects to a mourning family, aka wake without a body) so I had no makeup on.
"I do it on my own," I said with a puzzled look on my face.
"This is really strange...right? But here's my number, I love your face! I feel like I could do wonders with it. I'd do it for free."
"Aaaaah....mashkoora (thank you). Do you have a salon or something..?"
"No, I'm just starting out...but I'm crazy about makeup"
I'm not sure if that was a compliment or someone trying to tell me I'm in desperate need of a makeover.
I am a magnet to weird situations. I guess that's why people around here don't smile at strangers.
10 March 2008
Spell Rich.
Inspired by both this and this post:
1) What does being rich mean to you? "How do you define richness?"
2) What motivates you in life?
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Since I asked it's only fair that I answer first,
1) Money to me means more options. So rich is having a solid house and car, i.e. not falling apart, having enough to travel or be pampered--not necessarily extravagantly) every once in a while. (If I have children it would include not worrying about children's schools/tuition.)
Rich is not a new car every two years, a new purse every week and expensive restaurants everyday. It's just not in me. (If I was a billionaire, I'd probably ride an old boat to my private island.)
I guess even without a full-time job right now I'd consider myself rich.
2) I'm not sure yet. But I know that money is not a strong motivator for me. As long as I have my needs met* and can meet a few wants every now and then, I'm fine. I think serving some sort of purpose is a stronger motivator, but I can't say that with certainty because I haven't really found a "purpose" to serve.
* There seems to be some confusion about my job situation. At one point I said I'm a reporter, at another place I said I met with a client...I've been getting hate-mail calling me a liar (someone needs to get a life rather than trying to find holes in my frivolous blog.)
I'm freelancing right now but I worked as a reporter for awhile. I'm thinking about going back to news writing part-time. We'll see. But I do meet with clients every once in as part of my freelance stuff. I am looking for a full-time job though...Hope I cleared up the confusion?!! I hope this doesn't come up if I ever decide to run for office...yeeesh people. get a life.
02 March 2008
I have a dream. and it sucks.
Oh Allah save me from my stupid brain!
I've been having sleep problems for the past few months.
Last night I went to bed at around 2:00 a.m., I woke up this morning tense from an intense political dream.
Can I have no peace in my sleep? Am I destined to have crazy dreams forever?
My dreams are sooo tiring. I wake up feeling worse than I did when I went to bed.
A few of my dreams include huge to-do lists. So I'd drop stuff off at people's places, pick food up, cleaned after people...all through my sleep.
Last night I was rallying for MPs Abdulsamad and Lari, hello! I'm not even supporting them in real life...(I haven't made up my mind about how I feel.) When I woke up my whole body was tense.
Remember my Adel Al-Sarawi/my conscience dream?
How can I stop MP's from ruining my life?!
Maybe it's just easier if I don't sleep at all.
I've been having sleep problems for the past few months.
Last night I went to bed at around 2:00 a.m., I woke up this morning tense from an intense political dream.
Can I have no peace in my sleep? Am I destined to have crazy dreams forever?
My dreams are sooo tiring. I wake up feeling worse than I did when I went to bed.
A few of my dreams include huge to-do lists. So I'd drop stuff off at people's places, pick food up, cleaned after people...all through my sleep.
Last night I was rallying for MPs Abdulsamad and Lari, hello! I'm not even supporting them in real life...(I haven't made up my mind about how I feel.) When I woke up my whole body was tense.
Remember my Adel Al-Sarawi/my conscience dream?
How can I stop MP's from ruining my life?!
Maybe it's just easier if I don't sleep at all.
01 March 2008
Single-sex vs. Co-ed education
Do single-sex schools provide environments more suited for learning? Should boys and girls be taught differently?
A New York Times Magazine article discusses single-sex education in the U.S.
I wonder if a single-sex education could be beneficial at the University level as well. I get annoyed by the argument both for and against co-ed education because the educational benefits are never considered.
All their arguments revolve around morality, on one hand, and logistics on the other. Which to me represents our collective feelings about education and women.
Despite the student population being 60% women at Kuwait's only public university, we aren't really concerned with their education as much as their "morality".
A New York Times Magazine article discusses single-sex education in the U.S.
"Among advocates of single-sex public education, there are two camps: those who favor separating boys from girls because they are essentially different and those who favor separating boys from girls because they have different social experiences and social needs. Leonard Sax represents the essential-difference view, arguing that boys and girls should be educated separately for reasons of biology: for example, Sax asserts that boys don’t hear as well as girls, which means that an instructor needs to speak louder in order for the boys in the room to hear her; and that boys’ visual systems are better at seeing action, while girls are better at seeing the nuance of color and texture. The social view is represented by teachers like Emily Wylie, who works at the Young Women’s Leadership School of East Harlem (T.Y.W.L.S.), an all-girls school for Grades 7-12. Wylie described her job to me by saying, “It’s my subversive mission to create all these strong girls who will then go out into the world and be astonished when people try to oppress them.”
I wonder if a single-sex education could be beneficial at the University level as well. I get annoyed by the argument both for and against co-ed education because the educational benefits are never considered.
All their arguments revolve around morality, on one hand, and logistics on the other. Which to me represents our collective feelings about education and women.
Despite the student population being 60% women at Kuwait's only public university, we aren't really concerned with their education as much as their "morality".
26 February 2008
Women who don't give a ...
"The most real a$$ $hit is women who don't give a !@#$"
Rafael Casal, "Barbie & Ken 101"
(Explicit language, viewer discretion advised.)
Why is it more powerful when a man says it?
If you've missed the earlier Def Poetry I've posted, watch it here.
Rafael Casal, "Barbie & Ken 101"
(Explicit language, viewer discretion advised.)
Why is it more powerful when a man says it?
If you've missed the earlier Def Poetry I've posted, watch it here.
25 February 2008
Don't leave home without...
This post includes very important information that no one would want to miss...gather around children...
The contents of my purse:
Left to right:
1) my black cosmetics bag (contents & picture below)
2) my wallet (I use a men's wallet...much much much lighter and more convenient than any women's wallet...yes I bank at Kuwait Finance House *sigh*)
3) book "Made to Stick"
4) Car and house keys (keychain was once a cute dreamcatcher)
4) Tiny notebook and pen
The small black cosmetics bag that rocks my world holds:
Notice that nothing I carry is melt-able. I've learned the hard way when an melted eyeliner made a mess in my sister's purse. (sorry again :/)
My friends joke that I have a mommy bag; but seriously, if you were stranded on a deserted tropical island, you'd want me and my purse with you.
It's amazing how I can manage to write fascinating as well as extremely informative posts...Sub7anAllah! Truly a gift granted by the Lord to a special few!
The contents of my purse:
Left to right:
1) my black cosmetics bag (contents & picture below)
2) my wallet (I use a men's wallet...much much much lighter and more convenient than any women's wallet...yes I bank at Kuwait Finance House *sigh*)
3) book "Made to Stick"
4) Car and house keys (keychain was once a cute dreamcatcher)
4) Tiny notebook and pen
The small black cosmetics bag that rocks my world holds:
- l'occitane hand cream
- sample size YSL Cinema perfume (during the summer it's usually a vial of white musk, the scent of clean)
- small size purell hand sanitizer (gets refilled because I can never find this size anymore)
- mac lipgloss
- bodyshop's lip and cheek stain
- tide to go stick
- Extra mint drops (I don't do gum. HATE IT! Most people look like camels when they chew gum)
- a pack of tissue
- Al-Qurashi's scented wipes. (incredible smell)
Notice that nothing I carry is melt-able. I've learned the hard way when an melted eyeliner made a mess in my sister's purse. (sorry again :/)
My friends joke that I have a mommy bag; but seriously, if you were stranded on a deserted tropical island, you'd want me and my purse with you.
It's amazing how I can manage to write fascinating as well as extremely informative posts...Sub7anAllah! Truly a gift granted by the Lord to a special few!
22 February 2008
Linkinstan: Live, Learn and get Luvs Edition
This week I learned:
a) that despite different backgrounds and living circumstances, Craig Harper, Unique Muslimah, and our very own Swair all share similar feelings about marriage.
b) that 14.3 million dollars, used to buy a vanity license plate, could have helped over 2,383 Egyptian couples get married. (I did the math, please be kind.)
c) that I love Regina Spektor. Great song. Genius video. Lyrics here.
d) الناس للناس والكل بالله (more on this later.)
a) that despite different backgrounds and living circumstances, Craig Harper, Unique Muslimah, and our very own Swair all share similar feelings about marriage.
b) that 14.3 million dollars, used to buy a vanity license plate, could have helped over 2,383 Egyptian couples get married. (I did the math, please be kind.)
c) that I love Regina Spektor. Great song. Genius video. Lyrics here.
d) الناس للناس والكل بالله (more on this later.)
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