No Skin in the Pain

If Beirut is this severed, I’m fretful about what it would be like to walk in the streets of Damascus again. Beirut with it’s crooked charm, feels as intimate as a cul-de-sac and as experiential as a metropole. Beirut tempts those with no skin in the pain with it’s little fables of familiarity. For it’s…

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Words as Weapons

Words are weapons of mass destruction. I am going to pile a bunch of words together to make two obvious hastily generalising remarks. They may appear disjointed at first, but I will work my way to conjoining them in a stream-of-consciousness-type narrative eventually. Women are complacent in perpetuating a patriarchal world. Patriarchy sucks hard for men too…

All Good Things Come in 7s. Not Really, But this List Does!

So. I spent the summer reaching the finales of ALL my favourite shows & then staring into the abyss, feeling empty & aimless not knowing quite what do with my eyes and ears. See, my summer evenings were more homebound than I had originally envisaged - never mind that they were spent in various cities…

This Revolution Should Be Televised: In Search of [the Right] Heroines Part 7,567

Much like life, TV viewing sometimes begs the question: If you have to choose - would you go for content that is authentic or idealistic? In life, what to do when living authentically doesn't comply with the very trendy notion of impersonating how you ideally want to be? My peers will know that this notion of…