This week my mind has mainly been focused on Saudi Arabia. My first full week back in Melbourne has been chaotic. I started my intensive course ‘Islam and Politics’ and thus far I’ve explored the foundations of Islam, the concept of Islamism, the Muslim Brotherhood, Hezbollah, Hamas and…
And she STILL directed one of the best films of 2012…
In January, the Saudi monarchy announced that women would for the first time be appointed to the Shura council (the country’s closest thing to a parliament) and soon be given the vote in municipal elections. Last year, Saudi female athletes took part in the Olympics for the first time. Earlier this year, the kingdom lifted a ban on women working on supermarket checkouts, in lingerie stores and on cosmetics counters. Then, last month, it was announced that women could ride bikes – albeit clothed head-to-toe, accompanied by a male guardian, in restricted areas and for recreation only.Responding to the bike shift, Wadjda’s director, Haifaa al-Mansour, has said: “We should be happy that changes like this are taking place. I know they seem like they are small and they don’t mean much, but it shows that attitudes towards women are changing, and women are getting more liberties, even if it is very slowly. There is still a long, long way to go, but hopefully things like this pave the way for bigger changes.”
So, I found this note in my bedroom at my parents’ house and had no idea why it was on my dresser or when I had received it. I have no recollection of it whatsoever. So I asked my mom, and she told me…
(Background: Three years ago, I attempted suicide a few days before my brother was set to go to a friend’s cabin for a weekend. I was eighteen; he was 21)
My parents had to force him to still go.
When I got home from the hospital, this was on my bed waiting. Christian suffers from severe OCD. At the time, he refused to hand write anything because his OCD was too severe to let him. He had to type, because it was easier to rewrite an entire assignment when it was on the computer than when it was handwritten. He would literally do an assignment 15-20 times before he could get through the whole thing.
So he apparently fought off his OCD just so he could write me a note so that I wouldn’t feel like he didn’t care.
I wish I remembered this, because it makes me feel so loved to know about it now.
My brother is so fucking sweet.
Christ this got a lot of notes.
pencils on paper
Katy Perry accepts Britney’s challenge.
[Image is a screen cap of a facebook post by “Riz MC” saying “At airport gate they ask for Mr.Ahmed, three dudes show up. Random searches never been so social. We’re starting a boy band.” There’s a photo of three men of varying ages standing together, with the middle one obviously holding the camera away from them to take the picture.]
All these dudes look like sitcom dads to me. They’ve got that wry, sardonic look.
That would make the best sitcom. A bunch of sitcom dads named Mr. Ahmed who get “randomly searched” and decide to start a boy band about the experiences and their children are massively humiliated and are humiliated worse when their dads are super successful, like Hannah Montana successful, and all their friends are in love with their dads.
MAKE THIS HAPPEN.
They can’t decide what to call the band because they all want top billing so they call themselves AHMED AND COMPANY, which is also the name of the show.
"What’s a Wheezy?"…"The thing Harry Potter will miss most, sir!”
i did one for ginny and now finally have done one for ron
this could have been so much longer
Now I wanna read the books! I’ve always thought that Ron had the potential to be my favorite, but I really hated the movies’ version of him.