Now this is an Arabian tradition that I think is absurd. Why do “women” judge “girls” by their coffee? I talked in some distant past post that I am not going to dig up right now about the superficial looks, etc, that women judge girls with, but coffee? Not only that, it isn’t Arabian coffee! Oh no! It is TURKISH coffee!

I am Palestinian. So the traditions of belad el-sham or the Levant is not the same as the rest of the Arab world. Plus we were too influenced by Turkish occupation. So, in my area, serving Turkish coffee is one of the most important things. I think more important sometimes than having morals.

Let’s say a “mother” is coming to see a potential “wife” for her “gorgeous” son, and one of the complimentary servings out of respect is coffee. Well, the potential “wife” is the one that makes the coffee and serves it. If you don’t know much about Turkish coffee, it is grinded to the extreme, or at Starbucks, they call it espresso, and you are better off with one shot of espresso, because Turkish coffee is like 10 shots! Anyways, so, the girl serves it and …

Judgment 1: The “mother” stares at the way the “girl” serves it.
Judgment 2: Takes a sip of the coffee, and tastes if it is too watery or not.
Judgment 3: While sipping the coffee notices if it is sweet, bitter, or medium, and if the girl followed the correct instructions. (Assuming she asked everyone how they want their coffee)
Judgment 4: Was the coffee spectacular? Is she the best potential bride for her son?

What do I think?

I don’t think too much. I think this is the STUPIDEST TRADITION and I demand that my generation ABOLISH it!

Why am I mad?

I am not. I just find it stupid.

Do I drink Turkish coffee?

Last time I drank Turkish coffee when I was 3 years old. I remember because my dad made coffee for him and mom, and my mom suddenly had to go somewhere, so he was left with lots of coffee. Guess who his new coffee partner was? Yah. Obviously I was stupid at 3 years old, but I do have a habit since then to always try new things, and then make the final judgment. The result? Spit it all over the ground!

Yes, I hate it!

I do not like Turkish coffee. I never made Turkish coffee in my life! I do not know how, and I don’t care! Don’t even think of serving it to me, I hate it! I find people who constantly drink it, like my parents, always have this after smell of coffee. Their tongues are always darkish yellow from it, and their teeth turn yellow. However, I am an avid drinker of American coffee, but I don’t taste the coffee with all the cream and sugar I put in it. I don’t like the taste of coffee at all! I just drink it to stay awake.

Why not Arabian coffee?

I am Bedouin. I mean I look like one, and I wish I was one and lived in the desert and had no idea what technology was. Look at my eyes? Would it have looked like that in a desert? NO! I love Arabian coffee! I find the spices and the after effects of it A-M-A-Z-I-N-G! Arabian coffee is yellow and filled with spices. However, once you drink 2 or 3 cups, you feel sedated! Talk about drugs, now this is a legal drug! Why don’t we serve it instead of Turkish coffee?

Hmm, the talk of coffee is making me crave a cup or two.

Ranting as usual!, They said what?, Whatever!

I have three mutant (not pure breed) goldfish. They are sick. Either their tails are red in colour with blood veins popping out, floating upside down, or laying at the bottom of the tank breathing heavily. You might think now that I am a bad pet owner. On the contrary, I am not a veterinarian, and I have no clue what else I can do to save them. I tried all the tricks in the book. I looked up solutions on the internet. I also talked to dumb asses that work at pet stores that claim they know fish life cycle and common diseases from the back of their heads. However, they know nothing, and I stopped caring.

My mom asks me every time she sees me feeding them, “Are those fish going to die already?” I tell her, “No clue. They are over 4 or 5 years old. I think they are too old to die that easily. I think they need more than a disease to kill them.” Obviously I am not going to kill them. It’s not my place. I just don’t want to feel guilty and the reason for their death. Let God decide that. I will just do the minimal supervision of keeping them full. They eat normally. Which surprises the hell out of me.

Since my pet goldfishes remind me of death every time I look at them, I just turn my attention to the one and only Squibby. He is a mighty fine turtle. A bit dirty though, but he has a fun personality. I like to set him out to walk around, and watch him hide from me in various corners of the room. He sounds like a poor soul, doesn’t he?

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WRONG! these pictures are worth my finger that he almost bit a chunk off yesterday. He might be cute, but DAMN violent. Why every time I get a pet, they end up sick or violent!? Is it the water? Or is it just me?

Confused, Squibby, They said what?, Whatever!

Did I ever mention that I have the ultimate migraine catalyst younger sister? Maybe I did a few dozen times. I stopped counting after 150. Anyways, we all established the fact that she is not only annoying, but has a damn sharp tongue that I want to use to cut salami into fine pieces. That sharpness is a horrible tool when I am being attacked by her, but mighty dangerous when dealing with the rest of the world. Mine is getting a little dull. Needs sharpening so I can deal with some stupid commentors.

So, we all know that my sister talks a lot. I mean a lot! The moment she gets back from school she has to recite everything she did, including the most important conversations that took place. I ignore her obviously, and I try to sway the conversation to a more shallow selfish one that involves me instead.

This is how it went:

Awesome me: Look, my hair is like a horse’s tail now.

Devil in disguise sister: Oh my GOD! A girl today made fun of my hair and called it horse hair too!

I looked at her and opened my mouth to speak but got cut off.

Devil in disguise sister: I told her it is better than having blond hair.

Awesome me: But you have really light brown hair that looks highlighted! Don’t make fun of people.

Devil in disguise sister: She then told me it was better than being an ARAB!

Awesome me: What the hell?

Devil in disguise sister: I told her being an Arab is better than being a dumb blond!

That’s when I knew she had a never ending racist fight, and I told her to go away because I didn’t want to hear how it ended.

She maybe very smart in school, but that tongue of her needs to be dulled down. She doesn’t know that when someone says something as racist as that, to just shut up or beat them down. I support the beat down, because I am tired of idiots raising idiots and permeating their idiotic thoughts to the world.

Maybe I should have taught my sister a lesson instead of kicking her out of my room. Oh well, does it look like I care? One day she will learn the wisdom of the world all by her self. Maybe then she will end up having a blog to complain about the idiots in the world, just like me! :up:

Angry, Idiots, They said what?, Whatever!

Maybe this my biggest pet peeve of Arabic culture: walking behind the man. Why? You answer me and explain why should a woman walk behind a man? I just find it absurd that women subject themselves as something less than a man’s worth.

I am not talking from observation or bewilderment of the subject, but I experienced it before, and it always baffled me for a certain idiot of a guy from my disturbing past to tell me, “Why you walking in front of me?” I continually answered him, “Maybe because I am trying to get somewhere, and not be your shadow!”

I am not prejudice towards Arab men. I happen to like men, and think some are damn fine looking, but why the hell some think it is a mockery if a women walked in front of them or even next to them? (That was the main reason I broke up with him.) Believe me, it is not a religious thing at all. Since when did Islam say that a woman should walk behind her man?

The problem is that it has become such a cultural norm, that I do not understand why Arab women don’t have an ounce of dignity when it comes to this problem. Yes, it is a problem. I am sorry, I just find it wrong, very wrong, disgracefully wrong, and utterly wrong! It honestly degrades our culture and people look down upon us. :down:

Advice, Angry, They said what?, Whatever!

Now this is new, how many of you had a nightmare about your blog before? I think I am one in a million bloggers! Why me? Seriously, why am I a victim of the blogging world? Is the fear of people constantly harassing me through my blog got to my unconscious and causing these deranged nightmares?

I think my problem is that I have been busy sitting on the computer all day, answering emails, editing articles, creating a website, and blogging. I don’t have time to itch my eye balls anymore. That’s all I have been doing the past 72 hours, and it really got to me. It really did. I think I need more friends so they can drag me out of the house and do something un-computarized.

I think we have nightmares because our mind wants to tell us to stop! But I am just trying to spread the word. What words do I spread? I spread my view point about everything that is wrong in the world, and questionable cultural matters. Hence, my nightmares are a result of that. I think one day I will get a mob of Arabs at my door disconnecting my internet and breaking my fingers from all the crap I have been saying on my site. I think the reason I have such disturbing thoughts because I don’t feel guilty, and a lot of people are pissed. My Arab readership has declined significantly, and I think they believe I am an anti-Arab. They think my site is really called anti-Arab girl. This reminds me, one time I got an email saying I am a Zionist or work for them. Now that’s ASS-umptions at the highest level.

Oh well, one day I will rule the Arab blogging world, and people will flock in the thousands waiting for my elite wisdom crap. Now that’s something to look forward to. :up: I feel better already!

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