Sunday, 12 May 2013

A feminist Opinion on Wearing Head Scarves

I've been a feminist for as long as I can make conscious decisions. And now I think it's time to speak up. I don't want to hear another word about muslim women being less feminist than I. Or anybody else for that matter. 
I believe in equal rights. 
I believe in freedom of thought. 
And I believe in respect. 
What I don't believe in is bashing a religion or an opinion with the excuse of being feminist. 
I have been an atheist for as long as I can think and I personally am sick of hearing muslim women who decide to wear a head scarf/modest clothing/whatever are any less feminist than me.

I know what you might think:
A religion that tells women to cover up CAN'T be feminist. What you forget is that the women who wear head scarfs, niqabs or burqu DECIDE to do so and telling them they are less feminist by covering up makes you nothing but a hypocrite. Why? Because you take away their freedom of choosing their religion and their clothes which means you take away their right of making a decision in general. You don't own their body, they do! Feminism is the radical idea that women are people. And people have thoughts, they have opinions, they make decisions. They can do whatever they want. I decide to wear nothing but black, somebody else might decide to wear modest clothing and a head scarf. If you argue against them, you argue against me.

One of the nicest conversations I ever had about hair was with a friend who wears a head scarf (Yes, I'm talking to you, M.!). Not for a second did I have the feeling that her decision of covering up separated her from me. We talk about clothes, we talk about comics, we talk about feminism and everything else that comes to our mind. Because her wearing a head scarf is about as much of a problem as me not wearing one.

Another wonderful incident happend at a green youth meeting. It was one of my first big ones, I was really nervous and I didn't know anyone. I got in contact with a very nice girl wearing a head scarf and she complimented my (very short) black lace-y dress. She didn't judge me, she didn't force her opinion on me. Instead she made me feel accepted and welcome.
Now I ask you: When was the last time you complimented someone's head scarf?

Shouldn't we focus on what unites us instead of focusing on what makes us different? We all fight for the same cause: Equal rights for everyone. And that means the right to make a decision even if it isn't considered popular. So do whatever the fuck you want! Shave your head! Grow your hair out! Dye it blue or pink or black! Wear a head scarf! And finally: Be happy with yourself!

Have a great day,
The Countess

Sunday, 5 May 2013

A Reintroduction

Hello, I'm The Countess and I'm a lazy shit.
And now don't tell me I'm not. I haven't done a blogpost in ages and I have absolutely no excuse than:

  • I was too lazy.
  • I didn't feel like blogging.
  • Nothing interesting happend in my life.
It's only so long that you can keep on blogging about random stuff in your life and your room until you're simply left with no new topics that you consider intersting enough to talk about. But then the wonderful HajaMiel sent me a comment a few days ago asking if I was okay and I remembered how much I like being here on Blogger and read her and other's post and I thought (and yes, that's a very egocentric and arrogant thought): If I miss them, maybe they miss me.
So here I am. I'm back. Officially. Cake and wine for everyone! Come in, have a seat, let's talk, drink and celebrate.

But how do I start?
Well, I can't really invite you to my home to have a cake and wine party with you but what I can do is at least show you my home. My room that is because yup, 22 years old, still living at home.

The chandelier is hanging pretty low, at least for normal seized people. I'm 1,58m and I have about 2cm until I hit it.

In those boxes I keep all my hair accessoires. I need more. Boxes, not accessoires.

This is where the magic happens

I love the couch, my dad built it. He also made the picture/lamp thingy.

Okay, so, that's it, really. That's my castle. I like it.

Have a great day,
The Countess