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Man in a Can

I was in my second week of college when my mom called me to tell me about her dream: “Yassi joon, I had a dream about your wedding! I think you should wear a strapless dress and put your hair up. You look so nice with your hair up.”

 …what?

Mom, I’m 18. It hasn’t even been a month since I started college!

If you are a girl in the Persian community, you know that talks of marriage start as soon as you hit puberty.

 I mean, your family starts saving for your jahize as soon as you are born.

dowry So, color me surprised, when a few months ago while I was visiting home my mom declared: “I don’t think I will care if you decide not to get married. Marriage has become meaningless and messy now a days.

Was she drunk? Did I just hear that? Is this real life?

Definitely, she was definitely serious.  My next thought was: WTF? Did my mother, who had for years talked about the details of my wedding, suddenly have a change of mind?

After three ugly divorces in our family, seeing families ripped apart, my mom has turned weary and pessimistic about modern-day marriages. And I don’t blame her.

Seeing that divorce rates are over 50% in the US, and rising in Iran – and the stories of cheating, abuse, and strange demands, marriage doesn’t sound like the greatest decision.

wed A former boss, who is going through a bad divorce, told me that the only reason you would want a husband is to have kids, and now they have sperm donors, “man in a can” so there really isn’t a need for marriage anymore.

But I don’t want to be that pessimistic.

I want to have a marriage and family, but I’m also not willing to sacrifice my mental health and ambitions.

I’m not willing to be in a relationship where I’m the one that sacrifices all of the time, where a man wants me to be subservient (where I’m expected to be).

I don’t think this comes from rejecting people and relationships. Maybe it comes from demanding this type of treatment from men. Partnerships have never been easy or fair…

isn’t it time we strive for that and demand it? Instead of dismiss our needs as impossible things to ask for?

needs Is it too much to ask for a mutual partnership? Isn’t that what we want? We don’t want someone to walk all over us, and we don’t want to be able to walk all over someone else.

Is it too much to ask for someone who is willing to treat me as an equal? After all, hamsar (spouse in Farsi) could literally be translated as equal heads.

Is it too much to ask to be an equal head?

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YASSI  یاسی
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Come At Me Bro

Hey Joons,

I’m a little sexed out – better known as not getting any. And while I would love to go on about my problems, I thought I’d dedicate tonight to a slightly more depressing cause. Plus, when I actually think about it, I realize that  99 percent of my anger comes from listening to people’s idiotic opinions/conclusions/etc.

(here’s looking at you, Congress). 

Let me take it back a step. The world’s perception of Iran has changed dramatically over the last few years. Sure, the Hostage Crisis didn’t help in the late 70′s/early 80′s, but for the most part – Iran’s “scary factor” was overshadowed by the gossip of “weapons of mass destruction” in countries like Iraq – and once that was discovered to be untrue (and Saddam Hussein was done with), we focused on Afghanistan, and specifically, Bin Laden.

After we killed the bad guys and started moving toward the “reconstruction period” in those countries, our attention became fixated on Iran - thanks to Ahmadinejad, it wasn’t hard for people around the world to stop and think, “Oh he’s batshit… and he runs a country?!” 

HMIf we were to just take Ahmadinejad at face value, is the “threat” that Iran poses void? No, because we have the supreme pleasure to be in the presence of the puppet master, Supreme Leader Ayatollah Khamenei.

Also known as the scary ass man with a turban who preaches about the evils of America and is constantly shown cultivating his relationship with Hezbollah.

Personally, I think we’re more afraid of the turbans than of their power.

As Ann Coulter says, people should be imprisoned just for wearing a “hee-jab” in America because they’re assimilating Americans into their culture and pretty soon – we’ll all have undergone clitorectomies. (watch at 2 minutes and 35 seconds – she’s cray). Gosh, we really need “better immigrants” huh.

I digress. Back to the scary turban’ed men – the idea of them gaining nuclear power is horrifying and I can understand why – we don’t know these people here in America, we don’t know what their intentions are, we don’t know if they actually hate us – so we do the only thing that has proven to be effective in the past (please note my intense sarcasm):

We isolate. We sanction. We make life as difficult as humanly possible for the elite regime of Iran so that they will be forced into giving up any and all power – including nuclear power.

It’s almost like high school – we isolate the weird kid in class, we ignore him, we tease him, we make life as difficult as we can (for high school). And then one day, he ends up bringing a gun to school. Continue reading

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My Personal Comedian

JOONS:

Happy Mother’s Day to all the beautiful and amazing mothers out there. We wouldn’t be here without you… literally.

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As an ode to Iranian mothers - I thought there is no better way to celebrate today than to tell you all a little about my mother. No horror stories… well depends on how you look at it.

My mom has always been dependent but that doesn’t mean she can’t stand up for herself. I remember YEARS ago (like 17… she was pregnant with my brother), we all went to France for my dad’s engineering conference. I was eight years old and we had been warned that “gypsies” pick pocket. We were crossing the street to go to some museum (memory is hazy on the exact place…) – when all of a sudden, a group of about eight women came at us.

My poor visor-wearing, knee high sock and sandal fashionisto dad froze and just put his hand on his back pocket to guard his wallet as one of the ladies attempted to yank the big ass video camera hanging from his shoulder. My mom tightens her grip on my hand, walks up to the lady, and slaps her across the face. Needless to say, they scattered pretty quickly after that.

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My mom needs someone to take care of her, but when it comes to putting bitches in their place – she has no problem. Continue reading

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I Care Less About Beauty, I Just Want Pizza

Hey joons,

It’s been awhile – but I hope you’ve all had a chance to enjoy our wonderful new writers. They’re amaze-balls (I learned that word from Saaghi) and their posts rock so make sure you check it out. :)

Moving on …

I have a bone to pick with my fellow female joons – while I’m sure many men have similar qualities, I’m taking a little break from men right now (or rather, they’re taking a break from me…).

Women are continuously referred to as bossy and more emotional – we’re constantly fighting against the stereotype that our actions are somehow “weaker” than men’s.

Yet despite these fight backs, there are so many times that we embody the exact version of ourselves that we claim not to be.

pradaLet me give you a few examples:

1. The Damsel in Distress:

These dames aren’t just asking for help – they’re whining for it: “I don’t get it. Can you just do it for meeee?”

Omggg I can’t figure out what’s wrong with the printer… Help meeee.

I’ll be honest – I’m guilty of asking for help with the printer. Why can’t it just work all the time?

But personally, I think damsels are just lazy people. Are you really telling me that you can’t read an instruction manual? Continue reading

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You Should Message Me If…

Hey joons,

I’m 26 years old – I’m officially inching towards my upper 20′s, and straddling the line between marriage and “torshideh” – any day now my mom is going to ask me to move in with her because I’m past my prime for a husband.

My parents are always hesitant to ask me about dating. They know I’m going to reply with that exasperated sigh and an annoyed “stop asking me stupid questions” response.

Part of me hates getting their hopes up if I am seeing someone and the other part hates hearing their obvious disappointment if I’m not seeing someone.

It’s a lose-lose situation.

khloeBut of course, when it comes to the future of my love life, they don’t really care about their aberoo - they always find a way to slip it in with every phone conversation.

Their voice drops three octaves lower and they say,

So azizam, are you seeing any-vone?”  Continue reading

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F#ck Your Morals

Hi joons,

It’s been awhile huh – and finally, spring is here. For the first time in what feels like forever … I can go outside without a jacket. Thank you, Mother Nature.

By the looks of things, I’m not the only one soaking in the spring sun. Women all around the world are baring their money-makers to make a statement. (you should all urban dictionary “breasts”… chesticles anyone?)

Vladimir Putin is so down

Vladimir Putin is so down

Femen is a feminist Ukrainian-based group who protest issues like sexism, religion, etc. by letting it all hang free. What better way to catch attention – show men what they would typically pay for either with dinner or at the strip club.

They’re definitely making headlines, for obvious reasons. And with their latest display against Islam – women all over the world are responding to Femen’s message.

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I believe in the right to protest, to voice opinions. I do not believe I have to fuck your morals to earn equality. Continue reading

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I Can’t Stay Away From Persian Girls

Eide hamatoon mobarak.

While I have no qualms getting funky on the 31st of December, the first day of spring is my new year. Not only because it is the Persian New Year, but based on the solar calendar, frankly it makes the most sense. Nevertheless, I never miss Iran and my family as much as I do during Eid. All of them in Shomal, eating fish, rice with herbs and raw garlic. Being surrounded by my family is what I miss most during Norouz.  While an unhealthy amount of coddling meant I had to move away from my family, I wouldn’t mind sitting around being overfed by my mother just about now.

Happy New Year to all of you, but a special Eid to those who couldn’t be with their families for whatever reason.

I love Persian girls. I am easily most attracted to them from a superficial standpoint. Their hair, their eyes, their skin, frankly I’m a sucker for Persian girls. Having said that, why is it that every time I end a relationship, no matter how serious or casual, with a Persian girl, I take a huge break from them?

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Not from girls, from Iranian girls. The truth is, relationships I’ve had with Persian girls have been by far the most mentally taxing.

Numerous occasions I found myself thinking “just date another ethnicity”, it is much easier. However, after awhile, I always find myself slowly gravitating towards another Persian girl. Continue reading

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High-Five Yourself!

Saaghi here, I know it has been awhile– but we have such talented new writers that Farrah and I get excited to just share, share, share!

This latest post was inspired by this article I read the other day, 35 Things I Wish I Had Done Before Turning 35 by Hemal Jhaveri. Now, we all have our unfulfilled bucket lists, and it is inevitable that we’re going to have a few “I wish I had…”  but one thing really stuck out to me on this list,

2. Hooked up with that hot guy from New Zealand who I met in a bar in Bali
In your 20s, you think stuff like this will happen to you again and again, but trust me, it doesn’t. And he totally would have been worth it.

If you think I’m going to go on about how I think we should all hook up instead of thinking twice, you’re wrong. But I think Hemal captures something really interesting, the once-in-a-lifetime hookup. Sure, in college, you can trade saliva with a lot of frat boys, athletes, and pseudo-intellectual Socialists —

but once in awhile, life throws you a Gem of a hookup. And its not about love, or relationships, or anything like that.

Its a pure ‘HIGH-FIVE yourself’ moment, and that’s why it’s great. Because when you do turn 35, you’ll look back and mentally high-five yourself again.

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And while meeting a sexy foreign guy and deciding against sharing some drunken kisses (or more) with him seems crazy, it happens a lot. One of my girlfriends turned down a successful Spaniard –who couldn’t keep his hands off of her– only to regret it two minutes later, and go looking for him again at the bar! I’ve had one or two gem hook ups, that I high-five myself for every time. One, in Paris, where my friends really helped me get the Parisian guy of my dreams..for a few hours ;).

Our usual instincts are : approach with caution, and don’t be promiscuous.

I’m not advocating that every night be get drunk and naked night, because you’re definitely not coming across these gems all the time (and if you are, give me the name of your city and I’ll move there) All I’m saying is–You have to know what you’re saying NO to, and if that will be a NO you’ll remember for a long time. Ultimately, everyone has their own principles, morals, and limits, but

You just can’t be too high-strung in your 20′s, you have the rest of your life to be that way. Continue reading

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Come to My Fire Party

Heyyyy Joooooooons,

March is one of my favorite months: spring is right around the corner (though stifled by the freak snowfalls we get) but furthermore Norooz is upon us! I find it a much more endearing and sacred way to celebrate a new year versus its Gregorian counterpart. I set up my haft-seen (on my snake tank because there’s no space in my small apartment) and looking forward to the blessings and implications of a new year.

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Every year, the family and I celebrate Norooz on campus at the University of Minnesota, where student group PSOM (Persian Student Organization of Minnesota) plans a fantastic Norooz celebration in tandem with university resources, the local Persian market, and other organizations. It’s a lovely event with dinner and dancing for the entire community in the Twin Cities.

Norooz has always been one of my favorite times of the year because of all the time spent with family/friends, the well wishing and gift exchanging, and of course, the feasts. Even the sight of a haft-seen makes my heart soar. Continue reading

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What A Bad Boy

Joons,

I can practically feel spring and Norouz – unfortunately, I live too far away from my parents to bask in their Norouz festivities (and pocket change), but I can enjoy my pet goldfish nonetheless.

On the East Coast – spring is amazing. You stop wearing what feels like 5000 layers, you can actually feel heat from the sun, the flowers are pretty. It’s a great time of year (for two weeks… then it’s f#cking hot). When it’s spring, you no longer experience anxiety about leaving the house because of the ridiculous cold. It’s the time where you can enjoy being active and you can fantasize about what the day holds.

Clearly, I dream about when this day will come often. But despite my fantasies about the cute sandals and pretty sundress I’ll wear, I take a completely different approach when it comes to sex.

I can dream about the most mundane things. But when it comes to sex, I can’t imagine anything other than the reality.

And the reality is, I’ll probably wear a total of one dress this summer and after two weeks, I’ll start bitching about the humidity.

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For some reasons, one of the top 10 questions guys ask when they get all personal (and if they’re ballsy) is: what’s your fantasy?  Continue reading

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