Thursday, September 19, 2013

How To Navigate A Multicultural Relationship

When I read articles about interracial or multicultural relationships, I never feel like they’re speaking about my relationship, even though my fiancé and I do not share a culture.
So much of the conversation around multicultural relationships in the United States is about marriages between Black and White individuals – which is great, except for that we’re neither.
I was born in the Dominican Republic and raised in New York, and my fiancé was born and raised in Egypt.

I have always been a city girl, and he was raised in a farming village.
My first language is Spanish, and his first language is Arabic.
I am the eldest of three girls, and he is the second youngest out of seven siblings.
I was raised a strict Catholic, and he was raised a Coptic Christian.
I drink coffee; he drinks tea (this one was almost a deal breaker).
We’re like the real life version of the book Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus.

Thursday, August 29, 2013

MY REACTION TO GETTING NOMINATED FOR A SOCIAL MEDIA AWARD BY THE WOMEN'S MEDIA CENTER!

So, I got an email saying that I have been nominated for a Social Media Award to be presented by the Women’s Media Center. 
Below is my reaction!





 I think I'm going to faint.


Is this for real?


Maybe I was wrong. There is a god.


(prayer circle)


Just kidding!



OMG! I need to call my mom! No, my fiance! NO! My mom, yes, definitely my mom.



Let's celebrate! AAAHHHH.


Wait? People actually listen to what I have to say?



Yes they do! I'm brilliant.


Yup, yup...I'm fabulous.


Ya'll better vote!

VOTE HERE! 

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Why Feminism Can Be Scary for Some Women

This post was originally published for Everyday Feminism.

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Feminism is a polarizing term.

You either fully embrace it as a way of life or want nothing to do with it.

Personally, I’ve always led a feminist lifestyle. But until recently, I would often start conversations about women’s right with the dreaded phrase “I’m not a feminist, but…”

Why was I so hesitant about calling myself a feminist?

The truth is: I simply didn’t understand what feminism was about, let alone how freeing it could be.

I had misconceptions that feminism was about usurping men’s power and dominating them. I truly believed that being a girl required protection from harm, and that I should be content to have men that could offer me that security.


But more importantly, I didn’t think that I, as a woman, was oppressed.