Being a Feminist

Many people try to make feminism a “more equal” movement by saying that it should be called “humanism” and people should refer to themselves as “egalitarians”. Sure, those arguments are nice, but what do these people do with the movement? When people google the phrases “egalitarian protests” and “humanist protests”, there are very few protests shown that are led by these “more equal” people. For decades, we have heard of the numerous protests from feminists. There is a reason bigots do not get angry with humanists and egalitarians- they don’t do shit. Continue reading

The Liebster Award

Thank you so much, Zoey, for nominating me for the Liebster Award! You are very deserving of the award, as well.

Also, thank you for giving me a topic to write about (and the first set of interview questions anyone has ever asked me online).

According to her,

The Liebster award is awarded to bloggers with under 200 followers to try to promote their blog a little and also bring together a community of bloggers. The rules of the competition are as follows:

1. The nominated user must provide a link back to the person who nominated them.
2. Provide 11 facts about yourself
3. Answer 11 question set by the person who nominated you
4. Choose 11 more people and ask them 11 questions!”

However, I also read from another source that this award is given from one blogger to another and there is no official “list” or formal collection of winners. Nonetheless, I am very happy to be awarded, especially by my friend, Zoey.

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Sylmar Olive Festival

On August 30, 2014, I attended my first Sylmar Olive Festival with my brother and father. We walked around the hot and sunny park to view the various booths. I enjoyed the event, but my father said that (besides the surprise appearance of Froy and Matt from Operation Repo) the Ojai Lavender Festival was more enjoyable. Continue reading

Black Henna

On August 24, my dad and I took a trip to Venice Beach, one of the places he used to call home. (Literally, he lived right by the boardwalk on Dudley Ave. while his parents ran a fish market.) Every time my dad visits Venice Beach, he dwells in the memories he had growing up, attending Hebrew and public schools, and learning how to ride a 2-wheel bike. Continue reading