Once Upon a Time in Afghanistan…

This is the illustration used to show liberated women in Middle East (and other cultures). In our culture we see these women as free, liberated and modern.

But it is just a reflection of our own culture looking back at us? Are these women really free, or are they just moving from one culture to another, each oppressive in it’s own way. #SlavestoFashion
ource: Once Upon a Time in Afghanistan…

For the Canadian Peacekeepers

Every week there are more Canadian Peacekeepers dying. I really don’t see the point in having them there, in Afghanistan or any other locations. If it’s not “terrorists” who kill them it’s the Americans who had some kind of oopsie. Why are these people being killed? Not for Canada. So, bring them home. Let them be with their families. Let them live.

And Now for Someone Completely Crazy…

For someone to be willing to die in order to kill other people (other women’s sons, brothers, husbands and fathers) is crazy. Whoever wrote this is no better than the suicide bombers who bomb hotels, airports, and Trade Centres.

Don’t they understand those are people too? There are angry women over there too. Just cause they think differently, dress differently and worship differently doesn’t mean they are wrong. They don’t need to be bombed, obliterated or attacked. It really peeves me when people are so ignorant and intollerant.

for all the angry women out there…
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Take all American women who are within five years of menopause – train us for a few weeks, outfit us with automatic weapons, grenades, gas masks, moisturizer with SPF15, Prozac, hormones, chocolate, and canned tuna – drop us (parachuted, preferably) across the landscape of Afghanistan, and let us do what comes naturally.

Think about it. Our anger quotient alone, even when doing standard stuff like grocery shopping and paying bills, is formidable enough to make even armed men in turbans tremble.

We’ve had our children, we would gladly suffer or die to protect them and their future. We’d like to get away from our husbands, if they haven’t left already.

And for those of us who are single, the prospect of finding a good man with whom to share life is about as likely as being struck by lightning. We have nothing to lose.

We’ve survived the water diet, the protein diet, the carbohydrate diet, and the grapefruit diet in gyms and saunas across America and never lost a pound. We can easily survive months in the hostile terrain of Afghanistan with no food at all!

We’ve spent years tracking down our husbands or lovers in bars, hardware stores, or sporting events…finding bin Laden in some cave will be no problem.

Uniting all the warring tribes of Afghanistan in a new government? Oh, please … we’ve planned the seating arrangements for in-laws and extended families at Thanksgiving dinners for years … we understand tribal warfare.

Between us, we’ve divorced enough husbands to know every trick there is for how they hide, launder, or cover up bank accounts and money sources. We know how to find that money and we know how to seize it … with or without the government’s help!

Let us go and fight. The Taliban hates women. Imagine their terror as we crawl like ants with hot-flashes over their godforsaken terrain.