Rule #7: A look is a look is a look. Don't let the turkeys get you down.
Profanity warning. I'm apparently in a mood. :-/

It's funny, but not really, when you're Muslim and you walk past another Muslim, especially if they're trying to EXIST. I'm also trying to exist, but in a different way and my sweaty, running-in-a-dress self is not compatible with impeccable Rabiah (for example) in her tailored, I'm-covering-because-I-have-to-but-I'm-also-cool duds. And yes, I am hatin'. I'm tired of having to glance out of the corner of my eye when I see a headscarf because I can't speak if I think she's going to leave me hangin'.

Muslims: How often have you seen the Jewish kids on this campus saying hey to each other? Anybody that would think less of you for giving me a salaam, DOESN'T LIKE YOU ANYWAY.

Oh, and sorority/fraternity people: BITE ME, all of you, especially if you think you're somehow better than me because your legs are visible and mine aren't. And granted, I don't know any of you, maybe when you stare at me at the gym it's not because you're an insulated bitch/asshole who hasn't ever been anywhere or seen anything or anyone that wasn't exactly like you OR exactly like the idiot media said it would be.

News flash: Muslim women are not all fucking oppressed. Not all of us have brothers and fathers who want to kill us. That honor is on the women bullshit was supposed to be eradicated by Islam. How much sense does it make to raise your daughter as one thing and then kill her when that's what she is??

I didn't think I was in a particular mood. I guess I am. Fin.


Done.