Okay,
I haven't been very good about posting to this blog for some time now. And some of you have noticed. You ask me, 'What's going on?" Is your family not funny anymore? Others have wondered why I don't comment on current topics, such as the liberation in Egypt and ongoing Qaddafi situation...and by the way, how come you see his name spelled so many different ways? As my friend said, "No dictator should be that irritating!" But I digress....
The point is, I started this blog to talk about what it's like growing up Arab in the United States. When you're stuck in the middle. You're neither a 100 percent Arab - who loves the music of Um Kulthum and consuming baba Ghanouj (or as this blog suggests, Leban (ick). Nor are you 100 percent American, who grew up with regular sit-down family dinners where you talk about your day. Those lovely rituals which are now proving to be exteremly important to the emotional growth and well being of children - Take heed Arab parents!
And if you're an Arab girl, you get the added benefit of not being able to date until somewhere around your 21st birthday, when suddenly the clock begins ticking loudly toward your spinsterhood and you're hysterically encouraged to find someone, ANYONE!....and don't worry, he can probably get that hairy mole on his cheek removed.
...you see the dilemma we face?
And that's what the blog was originally going to be about.
But recently my friend Melanie suggested I comment on current events even so far as to delve into religious topics. Not being overly political, I told her I didn't feel comfortable doing so. And besides, I don't want to piss off anyone with a religious bend, one way or another. To this Melanie thumbed her perfect ski-slope nose and said, "What's the point, if you can't piss anyone off?"
She really did thumb her nose. She has this irritating tendency to always draw attention to her tiny nose when she's around me. Like the time she insisted she had a zit and we had to pull out a magnifying mirror to see it, and it turned out to be a freckle perched cutely on the side. AND for the record, she talks a big game about me making my voice heard, when I don't see her ever publicly comment on anything remotely political herself. Last year she told our friend James Sanchez to cancel his spa retreat trip with his wife to Sedona, Arizona in protest of SB1070 on principal. She said it would be different if his last name were Smith and this way state officials would get the message. ...Come to think of it, why am I listening to Melanie?...
But she brings up a point.
And so I turn it to you guys --- because I'm indecisive and also because I want a scapegoat in case this idea blows up --- HA! See what I did? I used the words 'blow up' when discussing something about religion....That's the kinda stuff you're talking about right, Melanie?
Is it time to get political-ish? Or keep the conversation about family and personal issues.
Oh, and my mother already weighed in, and said "You should write more serious things! No one wants to laugh at Arabs. People are tired of comedy."
So there you go. What do you guys think?
3 comments:
Write what you want to write. Don't write what you don't care about. If you don't care it's not interesting. Or funny. If your friends want to read political blogs, there's this cool thing on the web called Google. Show them how to use it and how to type in the words "political blogs." Some are written by Arabs. They'll be amazed.
Chuck "Radio Chuck will return when I'm interested in writing about music" P
People who enjoy your writing will want to read whatever you have to say. Don't worry about being politically correct or stepping on anyone's toes. I'm sure the Arabs who like Leban aren't thrilled with you - but, really - who gives a rat's ass? Word up, girl!
Add some funny politics, not religion .
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