It’s 10:06 AM on a random Tuesday morning (I’m not a skipper, folks, my school is on Mid-Winter Break), but I got a weird impulse to write this post.
My dad passed away last month. Chances are some of you have also lost a loved one in the past few months and, like myself, are struggling with how to get by.
When my dad was in the hospital and hooked up to what felt like a thousand different machines doing all of his bodily functions for him, it was really tough. I try to block those memories out, but I can still picture everything with perfect clarity: sitting by his bedside, holding a hand that at times felt too cold and at others too hot, and above all else, trying to reason…
Adele is a Grammy-awarded British singer born as Adele Laurie Blue Adkins, on May 5, 1988 in North London. She herself describes her music as something meant for heartbroken people. She is the very first artist awarded with the “Critics’ Choice” in the 2007 BRIT Awards, which is given to performers who have not yet launched an album during the time of the award-giving ceremony.
As early as age four, Adele had the love for music. She even sang Spice Girls hits and impersonated them during dinner parties. There were also times during her pre-teen years wherein she impersonated Destiny’s Child. In May of the year 2006, Adele graduated from Croydon’s BRIT school, which was also attended by artists such as Leona Lewis, Kate Nash, Amy Winehouse, etc. A month after…
There is a married woman and her husband works long nights and doesn’t return until the early morning. When her husband is away, the wife gets dressed up and goes to an island where she has affairs with random men. When these men get too close to her, like if they want to take their affair to the next level, she purposely gets in fights with them. Then she takes the ferry back home before her husband arrives. She’s also really drunk.
So one night she does her usual routine. She goes to the island, has sex with a guy and then acts like a jerk so they can break up. As she is on her way back to the ferry she realizes she doesn’t…
I was lucky enough to recently see Lady Gaga in concert–it was fantastic. She was fantastic (her voice is really good), the show was fantastic, and the world that she created onstage was fantastic. If you’ve ever seen her live or in a video, you know what I mean. If you ever, ever get a chance to see her in concert, go–it was that good.
One thing that stood out about her show was the way the she constantly reminded the audience of the fact that she–or at the least the version of herself that she is onstage–is fake. She is a reflection of what her listeners and audience expect and what from her; she is there to be whatever we want and need her to be. Towards the beginning of…
Afghanistan has had a rough time in recent history. The sudden transformation from fashionable escape for the West to war-torn warlord-ruled landscape to complete Taliban control (and now it seems that the whole place is more or less up for grabs as the current government’s complicity with the Taliban has been revealed) has been something shocking to look at independently of any time period before or after a given moment, or in a historical panorama of the past century.
Kabul was once named the “Paris of the Middle East.” The high society women were very well integrated into European society and many took on French as a second language in an aristocratic gesture to their high-brow city’s namesake.
As a girl with several, older male friends I am constantly around sexism. I spend nearly all my free time with them as I don’t see them at school. Their favourite name for me is ‘woman’ and the number of times I am asked why I’m not in the kitchen, making them sandwiches, is getting ridiculous. And while I know it’s just a bit of banter, I know that by not saying anything I am being a bad feminist. But to be honest with you, I don’t really mind. I’m usually the only girl and they allow me to be who I need to be without judgement. They are the people who make me feel truly at home, which is ironic as my mother hates them and thinks…
An issue that is often raised on the FBomb, both in posts and comments, is the feminist stereotype – an annoying pain in our collective asses. The stereotype that I’ve most often come across as a teenage feminist is the shallow, frustrating, “Feminists are ugly, hairy, man-haters.” I’ve lost track of how many times during encounters with my male and female peers alike I’ve been told, “But you don’t look like a feminist.” (Like this time, for example.) Apparently because I shower on a regular basis and don’t look like I’m missing a chromosome, it’s impossible to fathom that I believe in equality. Seriously, just don’t even get me started.
But while this stereotype is annoying, and in a way detrimental to the feminist movement as a whole, there are stereotypes/false beliefs…
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