My Communist, My Villian

I spent most of the day alone, without music, people or movies.

And I've figured something out. A question many fellow art students may have wondered several times.

"What's with all the Communist paraphernalia?"—shirts, hats, posters, art, ideas...

It was endless, or so I thought.

I figured it out when it started to dissolve. When I stopped looking for pins, books...etc.

I like to exploit the population's irrational fears.

Not that I'm done doing this. The propaganda style still dominants my empty canvas.

It's just that I've been studying another feared group. Here's a hint. I picked up the Qu'ran, I'm writing about transnational feminism, I know the difference between Shi'ite and Sunni.

That's right, I'm playing on Islamophobia.

The Communist thing just made me laugh, this time I'm stocking my arsenal for future ignorance.

The Veil

Let me get this straight. As a female, there are a lot of things in this world that make me roll my eyes or turn my stomach when it comes to women's rights. Until about a week ago, the perspective of the veil was one of oppression. And like many humans, I chose to make my own mind about it without searching further into the matter.

Lately, I have been working against this habit accepted by so many. It's not easy to undo 20 years of accepting that Arabs are out to get Americans because they hate 'freedom'. Especially after 9/11, as a 13 year old... the confusion and media takes over; it was so simple to ease into it.

I knew nothing about them, not even in "world" history had we even geographically come close to talking about the middle east. World history was WWII. Nothing happened before 1939.

Never had I considered where this "hatred for freedom" had come from.

What I found was quite the opposite. Like any other religion, culture or race, they longed for freedom.

The faulty alliances made for oil nearly forced me to pack my bags that moment...

Wait, I'm suppose to be talking about the veil—anywho...

I found that eastern femininity and western femininity are quite different.

For now, I've only scratched the surface or this topic— more to come later.

Boylan, Round I

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Root beer.

Notes to my Mother—