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If you actually READ anything about tuna...

Kamilia — Wed, 12 Mar 2008 19:03:31 GMT

I love my environmental lawyer friend. She always makes me feel better, especially when people get their facts about heavy metals mixed up: Me: Dude, so when ****** and I were at Whole Foods, I attempted to make a funny at the sushi counter: Well, I can't eat anything with tuna as I probably want to have a baby in the next 15 years. She told me that if I had read anything about tuna, I would see that it takes about 12 slices a day for it to be harmful for me. My mother the chemist thinks just about everything is a scam and refuses to get our ground water tested, but she has two nemeses: afla toxin in peanut butter, and mercury in tuna. She told me, like you, that I should lay off the tuna now if I don't want a thermometer for a kid; a few years ago, she told me to be really careful and only eat 1 steak every two weeks. What is wrong with people? Why are we labeled as alarmist and crazy? Environmental Lawyer friend: Next time someone responds with a stupid ass remark- like the need to eat 12 slices a day of tuna for it to be harmful- just tell them that you are glad they are okay with their kids being stupid, but you want more for your children. And then comment that the seafood lobbyists worked hard to make sure people think tuna is safe, and people who listen to their propaganda ensure that their million dollar paychecks are worth it. Finish with the offhand comment that you care more about the science behind the impact of toxins on fetal development then playing Russian roulette with the health of your future children.

I hate pigs!

Kamilia — Fri, 12 Oct 2007 18:27:33 GMT

This guy in Starbucks today told me that my pants fit my butt really well, and then got surprised that I got pissed off at his disgusting comments. His only explanation for my anger was that I don't get enough. So I call him an ass, and then he starts yelling at me about how much of a bitch I am, and how my butt isn't big enough for his likes, anyway! I screamed that he doesn't know how to talk to women. Yep, that was the best I could think of. But at least I didn't resort to cussing up a storm like he did... At least there were no children there, but I don't think the altercation helped the Starbucks mission in any way. I don't want to help their mission out any more with my money anyway. This begs the question: why did I go there in the first place? ...My coworker wanted a iced chai latte. Arrrrgh! This was all HER fault! But seriously, why do these piggish guys think they can talk to girls like this? Women can't stop guys from looking, but that doesn't mean men get to speak their minds/weenies to our faces. That's all sorts of disgusting! And look in the mirror once in a while!

Do you accept Canadian dollars?

Kamilia — Thu, 27 Sep 2007 16:14:42 GMT

I was at Whole Foods the other day, supporting pernicious capitalism, and waiting in line to pay. The cashier was an American male, telling some foreign customers, "...Europeans are just so adaptable...they change with the situation, the times...Americans, on the other hand, are just so stubborn and unyielding. That's why when I travel to Europe, I always say I'm Canadian." Annoying laughter. When it was my turn to face this douche, there were a few things I was tempted to say: "Nobody falls for Canadian anymore. Maybe you should try South African." "If you're so into denouncing your identity, maybe on your next trip to Europe you visit the local American embassy and denounce your citizenship." "Do you always bend over for your foreign customers?" ...but I stuck with "Hi, how are you. Yes, I like my bracelets, too. Paper will do." As he was scanning the items, he came across the head of radicchio that probably cost $10 ($12 Canadian). What did his eurotrash self key in? Red cabbage. I wanted to rub in his face that his continental sophistication failed him in the vegetable identification department, but I realized that it would cost me $9.00 (6 Euros). Instead, I just shook my head at my own lack of ethics, and the fact that Americans are especially annoying when they are trying not to be.

Ramadan changing

Kamilia — Mon, 17 Sep 2007 18:29:19 GMT

I've heard from Egyptians and from very experienced dancers here that Ramadan has changed drastically, in regard to the dance scene, over the past 10 years. Cabarets in Cairo used to stay open during the entire month, complete with dancing. A local dancer said she never lost jobs in Arab clubs because of Ramadan; everything functioned normally. I don't feel like we dancers lose a lot of business during Ramadan now because private parties increase exponentially, but I'm just surprised by the reason for these parties. Some of them are Christian, Jewish, yes; but a lot of them are Muslim. I think it's sad that they could party in public as recently as ten years ago, but now parties with dancing have to be private affairs. The current Ramadan protocol is all I've known since I started working in clubs and such 8 years ago, so I've never known anything different. I don't think most other dancers here have experienced anything to the contrary. Things are always changing, but I found this change particularly interesting.

Don't negotiate on an empty stomach

Kamilia — Wed, 27 Jun 2007 20:03:46 GMT

Can we please not put a food clause in the Terms of Agreement for gig negotiations? Food is an added benefit, not a requirement. Add food to a proper fee for your service. If we were under a strict ration and had to keep up our victory gardens, it would be understandable. However, until then, let's not sell ourselves short for a cookie.

Mia culpa...Mia culpa...

Kamilia — Thu, 22 Mar 2007 15:49:50 GMT

I think I said in some tribe that the song Harramt Ahebbak meant "It's Haram to love you". I feel awful because this is soooo not true and I was soooo misinformed. I heard the wrong "h" and apparently know nothing about verbs. haramt is like "I quit", so the chorus is "I'm through/I'm done loving you". I guess my version has about the same effect ; ) Arrgh... However, I'm admitting to it, unlike other people who pass off their horsefeathers as The Ultimate Truth.