Remember that movie with Sally Fields? The one where she is a successful businesswoman or doctor and she marries a fella, specifically Dr. Octopus, from Iran. And when they move to Iran her social status and her face take a few hits. She’s not allowed to eat with the men or join in their conversations and other stuff like that. When she oversteps her bounds she gets a beat down. This is all I knew about the role of women in an Islamic culture until I actually spent some time in Bangladesh.
In Bangladesh, some women wouldn’t shake my hand or make eye contact. (Yes, it was pretty touronic of me to try and shake their hand, but hey,…
My agent and I are going back and forth with the proposal right now and we hope to send it out before the end of the month. Her latest version included the following sentences:
I can be the “everyman” for any American consumer out there, I’m just that humanly accessible! Although I am quite ordinary in many ways, I do have some credentials to back up the credibility of Where am I Wearing? …
This passage cracked me up. I’m that humanly accessible, but in a way, you know, I’m super-humanly normal.
Is there anything less normal than a normal guy that will tell you how normal he is?
I see where she is going with this: we need to set myself as the average American consumer. Although, I got…
Things are things, but they often tell a story. Stories makes things special.
I ran across a piece today in the CS Monitor titled “All the stories my wardrobe could tell.” It’s a title that I could definitely write a piece under, but this one isn’t mine. The piece by Miriam C. Daum is touching and a reminder of the close bond we form with our things, including our clothes.
A puffy piece of blue down jacket pokes out from its matching nylon bag (called a “stuff sack,” I am told). I pull out the jacket and pause to chuckle at the zigzag tear on its sleeve, which even careful stitchery could not completely hide.
The accidental rip was courtesy of Max, our dog. It happened on…
An excerpt on a bus ride from my sample chapter on Bangladesh:
The bus ride, of course, is nuts. We nearly die every few miles. But it’s nothing new in Bangladesh. I would just really hate to die doing something as stupid as pretending to be a garment buyer and eating it in a bus crash.
“In China getting people to swallow their spit is really difficult,” says Beijing’s Mr. Spit in the video below, “so, we’re just trying to get people to spit in a civilized manor.
The Olympics are going to be really interesting this year. Besides the athletes running fast and jumping high, there’s the smog, the Chinese human rights debate, and the cultural conflicts like spitting.