Miss Lebanon At Miss Universe 2011
So much for fighting stereotypes. Has anyone bothered to look at Miss Lebanon Yara Khoury Mikhael’s promo shots for Miss Universe 2011? Was it really necessary that she represents this country wearing a tacky leaving-nothing-to-the-imagination bellydancing outfit? *To be fair, the stylist made all the contestants dress in similar outfits so we know it wasn’t her pick* Still though, blame the Trump people or organizers if you may, but the next time I’m asked by a foreigner if I belly dance because I’m from Lebanon what am I supposed to say? They’re right to think so.. take a look
Dumbledore the wizard called , he’s furious you stole his outfit.
Lebanon Learns To Stand In Line
That’s right, it’s about time someone called us out on this one. How many times have you tried to stand in line only to have someone cut you off? How many times have you witnessed two dodos almost knock each others’ smoke-stained teeth out because the concept of “waiting” for anything just doesn’t sit well in the Lebanese mind.
Now Cheyef 7alak is out to“Track, capture & report irresponsible drivers who pride themselves on disrespecting the traffic rules and regulations.”
But the naming and shaming doesn’t just stop on the streets, it seems this fantastic initiative plans on ousting all sorts of bad habits we’ve gotten accustomed to over the years, so if you thought you could get away with it, think again, you may just find yourself publicly ousted on the site.
If I were you I’d STAND IN LINE starting today!
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Habibi, Would You Straighten My Hair This Evening?
It was a circus at the hairdresser‘s salon on Sunday- I walked in to find every hen in the neighborhood waiting to get her hair puffed “bombe” style.
But there was a larger than usual fuss happening in the center of it all, everyone was ooohing, aahing and gushing over a bride-to-be seated amidst the chaos on the biggest chair in the room, getting her wedding hair primped by the hairdresser- who happened to also be- THE GROOM!
Everyone seemed to treat it like a common practice, except for me. I thought it was the most bizarre thing! Whatever happened to the myth of “ bad luck” for the bride and groom to see each other before the ceremony? Here, the groom was sticking extensions on his bride-to-be’s hair and she was grasping her veil, directing him every step of the way.
As soon as I got over the weirdness of it all, I then thought about how convenient it would be for this bride during the wedding party, whenever a strand of hair would fall out of place all she would drag him out of the dance floor and make him pull out a bottle of hairspray and a pin from his pockets and give her a quick touch-up. Better yet, she can guarantee great hair days on her honeymoon since she’s with her hairdresser the entire time.
I still think it’s all very strange, but yet another one of those incidents that makes our Lebanese culture so distinctive in its own way. Would you date your hairdresser? Let alone have him style your hair for your wedding to him?
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You Drive Me Crazy
I watched a cat fight go down while on my way to work this morning. A frustrated blonde in her late thirties in a Jeep Renegade cut into another younger woman in a black Civic’s lane. When the Honda held her hand on the horn, the Jeep lady gave her the big finger. That’s when shit got really rowdy. The Honda lady was overcome with pure road rage as she sped up and began blocking the Jeep lady’s path. Both those inconsiderate ego-driven hags were completely oblivious to the other cars in the road, almost knocking off three other cars on a lane as they ferociously chased each other down on the highway. They kept it up for a good ten minutes before the Jeep lady took a left turn, with her manicured middle finger still out the window. It was pure luck that left no one hurt following this stringent show of force, but in a split second, those two cars could have collided at such high-speeds leaving only a trail of destruction behind.
I’ve come to the realization, that such encounters are almost inevitable to a city with no traffic laws in place, or empowered traffic police, a city where only the foul, vulgar and short-sighted rule the road. I’ve come to the conclusion that the streets are here to stay, but it’s a change in your perspective, as a driver, that could bring about positive change, and if practiced collectively, then maybe, just maybe, things can get better.
Because the only reason some people participate in such madness is because they themselves are mad people. Mad, angry frustrated people having a bad day with only one place to vent: the road. So the next time that crazy old cabbie comes to a complete halt, or the annoying power-tripping guy in his huge SUV almost grazes the side of your car at full speed, or the silly woman tails your bumper for a good half hour, take a deep breath and remember, it is their unhappy ignorant lives that make them act this way, unless you share the same sentiments, please do not participate.