The Generation of the Brokenhearted

When I was younger, the world was such a beautiful place and fairytales were believed in. But somewhere along the yellow brick road, Dorothy realized it was just a dream and cut the trip to Emerald city short. But, what if, you liked Munchkin land and the fairies? What if you really want those Glass slippers and meet your prince charming who will fight a dragon and give you the kiss of life?!
Let’s face it; times have changed!

Your tooth fairy is really your mother and she won’t wave her wand and turn a pumpkin into a wagon and you won’t make it to the ball.

My theory is that somewhere along the road, the children that were later to become our mothers have gotten that reality bite growing up and they’re trying to protect us from it. They all grew up believing in a modern fairytale where she meets the prince in disguise, fall in love, and live happily ever after. The sad truth is that over the past century, so many hearts have been broken that it is almost impossible to let your child watch Cinderella and not tell her: Sweetie, it aint gonna happen! We are our parents’ reaction to the world of disappointment that you grow inevitably pessimistic.

Think about it! Women are where they are today not because they have asked for equality and they deserve it, but because they got stepped on so many times and realized they need to stand on their own (no man needed) in order to survive. And this is catching on in our little “Arab” society.

10, 20 years ago, girls were brought up to believe in marriage and children. They were taught how to take care of their families and they were happy about it. Someone somewhere decided to pull the plug on that thought, and the attention has been shifted to a career path and leaving the children at home.

I am a personal believer that this alleged “Women’s Rights” movement has done more harm than good!

The real right we need is the right of choice and the support that comes with it. If I choose to be a working woman, so be it, if I don't, dont march on my parade!

Take back your rights we don’t want ‘em!

The "Anti-Man Repeller"

When I first started following the Man Repeller, I completely stopped wearing red lipstick because I thought it would be a ‘repellant’, totally ditched the dropped crotch pants, over accessorizing, and started doing my hair more often.

 It’s like I got an allergic reaction! I was learning what NOT-TO-DO in order not to become the Man Repeller without noticing. Soon enough it turned into more of a don’t-wear-anything that’s in-style, otherwise, no man will like you. Not that my whole purpose of dressing up is to look appealing to the opposite sex, but insecurities do take a toll on a person’s fashion sense.


Don’t get me wrong, I love what she’s done for herself; she made TRF a world known abbreviation, but at the same time, she killed it for girls who want to be daring. Even though it is very women-empowered-don’t-give-a-**** wear whatever you want and have fun with it world, she makes you (OK ME) think I’d repel men if I was into fashion. She also makes you feel that the only market you would look appealing to be women!

Now this may not apply to everyone, but I personally dress according to how I feel about myself. You’d usually find me in a loose-fitted everything or that little black dress that makes you look like you’ve lost 10 pounds. So, what if, even that loose-fitted favorite shirt of yours, you repel men with the way you dress. Would you stop wearing it? I did!

It took some time (I do not trust my ability to count) for me to get back to wearing what was comfortable again. I was so dedicated to not doing what the Man Repeller does, that I failed to notice the reality of things: Men don’t really care what you are wearing! They really don’t!

Maybe men in my region are different, but I do believe that the United States of America is more open to what women can wear or look like. It is we who have the stereotypes and fear the un-normal and ban girls who decide to look like boys from going to school!

It all started with a-too-much-of-a-hair-trim a year ago that had my hair go for Pocahontas to J.I.JANE. I still have mixed feelings about my experience but it made me realize what the big deal was. The BIG deal was NOT what you wear (trust me, I didn’t go through a wardrobe change along with the hair) but it’s how you wear yourself. Let me correct that: it’s how you carry yourself. YES! It does mean don’t slouch and don’t drag your arms along the sidewalk or have your hips walk in front of your body, Oh, and look pretty! If you are one of the less fortunate of God’s given natural beauty, fix yourself up! This doesn’t mean go to extremes and drastic measures, but put some effort into it. No body and I mean NO BODY wants to see a hairy lipped poofy eyed “fashionista” on the streets.

See for me, the more “man repelly” I dressed, the more I focused on my face and balanced it out (and you can do it the other way around).

Oh and with the risk of sounding cheesy, dress for yourself don’t dress for a man. He should like you for who you are, and that DOES include the day you felt like wearing your pajama top to work.

Turns out, it’s not what you wear; it’s how you wear it, literally!