Showing My Pride!

My closet is a complete mess!
It looks like the aftermath of a hurricane.
Like any sane person, I’m no storm-chaser.
I’m fleeing the disaster area.

Consequently, I’m coming out of the closet!

I’m Gay! There…I said it!!




Well…
That would be the scenario if Dr. Nawal Elsaadawi was right!

To the world, Dr. Nawal is an Egyptian “feminist writer and activist”.
To me, she is a complete nutcase who gets wackier every living day.

I saw her in a TV interview recently.

She was talking about sexual oppression in the Arab world.
She basically said that students in an All-Girls/Boys schools who happen to love a specific teacher of their same sex, are all homosexuals. Because homosexuality is unacceptable and frowned on in the Arab countries, these students are demoralized and crushed.
The Doc wants the society to encourage these students to show their feelings and embrace their orientation.
By her definition, most Arabs are gays and lesbians!
Whoooopeeeeee!

I went to an All-Girls elementary school. I loved not one but TWO female teachers.
I’m surly a lesbian then!


URGH!


The aged Doc seems to have forgotten what it is like to be a child.
She has forgotten innocence and purity. She has forgotten how to admire an idol, cherish an epitome and love a mentor. To love a teacher doesn’t mean the child desires or is fixated on the teacher. Children love their teachers simply because they look up to them.

Teachers are role models.
Except for some, like the Doc herself, who can never inspire kids to be like them!




Yes I’m Gay….Gay as in Happy and Buoyant!

A Wonderful World

I work in Disney World.

But you won’t hear me singing “Oh what a wonderful world!”

My boss is Scrooge McDuck.
As any duck boss he is odd for his feathers but lovable for his teddy look.
As you could imagine, sometimes it is very hard to work for McDuck. He is a shrewd and opinionated businessman and noted fastidious pest.
Most days I could handle his changing moods. If I have the full playground of moods, he has a full pledged Amusement Park!! Give me candy floss and I will happily ride the craziest roller coaster! I’ll ride it without a bribe just to feel the thrill!
What I can’t handle is stinginess. I dislike tightfisted misers especially the clucking type.
Sometimes I wonder: would he give me, if I asked, his plucked feathers for a pillow or would he make me pay for them?!

But give me McDuck any time rather the Disney Hodgepodge of manager I have.
Hodgepodge is the newly appointed advisor. Slimy as Jafar of Agrabah but with the deceptive body built of Mr. Smee: cuddly, droopy and short.
Hodgepodge has Eli Squinch’s doggish face, Sylvester Shyster evil look and Burger Beagle continuous ramble (though not about food) even if no one is listening!
I don’t like working with him. I don’t like his style. I don’t mean his clothes style only but the whole package of him. I’ve already told Lago, Belle, Minnie, Pluto, Tinkerbell, Snow White and the seven dwarfs about Hodgepodge. I’m sure Lago would tell him soon.

Admittedly I am neither Wendy or Nala and I’m far from Helen Parr. But I’m starting to get allergic to the feathers and I’ve always been allergic to slime.

Though I love Goofy, I won’t marry him, even though he is tall and makes me laugh. He is sweet enough that he won’t mind if I break his heart and dump him.

It’s time to leave Disney and go to Warner Brothers.
I can for sure handle the Looney Tunes and would love to work for Bugs Bunny & Daffy Duck! Heck, I’m already in love with the lanky and funny Shaggy!

The World Cup

The Fever Has Started!






Go Brazil!
(And Saudi, Tunisia, Iran, Korea, Iran, and all the underdogs!!)

Sunny Bellies!

Summer has officially started.

Every minute that the morning advances from sunrise, it becomes hotter, and hotter. There is hardly ever a cloud in the sky as if the sun of Dubai shies from hiding behind a veil. You can literally see the long morning shadows grow shorter before your eyes retreating from concrete sidewalks suitable for frying eggs and BBQ'ing steaks!

Dubai sun is not timid little London sun or even a don’t-worry-be-happy Caribbean sun. Dubai sun is a fierce, aggressive beast that doesn’t get intimidated by the shadows of skyscrapers or 100% tinted glass. If you happen to forget to prop the reflective sun barrier against the windshield in your car, then be prepared to drive off with scraps of blistered skin left on the steering wheel.

Moreover, the heat pinches the energy out of the air rendering it immobile. While blasting the air conditioner to the max only churns the hot air with less cooling effect than might be produced by a wooden spoon stirring the contents of a bubbling soup pot.

Consequently, summer fashion is officially revealed. And revealed it is!
Skin tight shorts and tube tops stretched so extravagantly that they might kill bystanders if they snapped! Women are temptation packaged for easy access (very easy!).
My problem with this is simply the ample showing of the abs or in most cases the flabs!
Ladies, if you don’t have a midriff as tight as a drum, please HIDE it. No one is interested in seeing fat-formed tires in the skin.
And trust me; bare love handles are not sexy.
If you choose to ignore me and decide that the blubber around your waist is a must see and the rest of the world should have a view of it, then PLEASE wax it.

Hairy abs are exclusive to chimpanzees!

Yummy Pierce

I went and saw Pierce Brosnan. Not in person, but in his movie: The Matador

I went alone to see the afternoon showing, as I wanted to savor Pierce without interruptions.
The funny thing is that I was the only female in the theatre with another eleven male lone movie goers!!!

Brosnan was great. His character Julian Noble (you can’t help but fall for the name!) is dangerously charming even though he is a drunk and nymphet.

I liked the movie. It was funny in a different way.
In some scenes, Brosnan even showed his best acting skills that were never put to use in James Bond.

It is a must see movie!