Read my last post? Things were getting a little cray in the comments section (click here).
I dont intend to dedicate an entire post to my response but I think it’s time that maybe I just set some records straight – tell you all my opinion/beliefs.
Negative comments are hard – at the end of the day, Saaghi and I are only human. And while we encourage people to share their opinions, sometimes it hurts. But we knew what we got ourselves into and we are so lucky to even have this blog and the people who read it — whether they like it or not.
You don’t have to agree with what we write — as long as you read it.
I didn’t ask to be a woman. I didn’t ask to be Iranian.
I was born this way. I am an Iranian American woman and I refuse to claim otherwise.
I can’t imagine being someone different.
I was born into a set of expectations – cooker, mother, submissive.
I was born into the usual gender stereotypes where women are inferior to men. My parents talked about my wedding like it would be the most pivotal moment in my life. My accomplishments were supposed to be based on my ability to cook ghormeh sabzi without using a microwave and my tactics in safeguarding my virginity for the one.
Sorry but — I don’t believe that those factors define an Iranian woman.
A woman is a human with a vagina. A man is a human with a penis.
It took a long time (and a lot of fighting) for me to reach that conclusion.