Thursday, 31 December 2015

Happy New Year from Naya and me


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So I know that in some parts of the world, it's already new year. But here it isn't. And by HERE, I mean Mississauga, Ontario, Canada, North America, The Northern Hemisphere, The Earth, The Milky Way, The Universe.

And my rant is done. Sorry! Moving on; what does one do at the beginning of the New Year, every FUCKING year? Why, you make resolutions of course.

And yes, even though we are stubbornly determined to NOT stick to said resolutions; who cares? After a while it just becomes this big joke you like to play on yourself.

So I decided I make a few myself. Even though the only resolution I kept from last year was to read a 100 books. I READ 172. Go Zoe! Go Zoe! 

I'm sorry, I'm just deliriously happy. One of those drunk-of-my-horse-yet-totally-a-teetotaler happy. And the reason for that may or may not be that my birthday is in 12 days.

So, onto resolutions. Here they are:-

  • CONVINCE MY FATHER TO TAKE ME TRAVELLING ALL OVER NORTH AMERICA BECAUSE I'M NOT 18 YET AND I NEED AN ADULT TO GIVE ME PERMISSION FOR THOSE THINGS.
    I know. Completely unnecessary.

  • READ AS MANY BOOKS AS HUMANELY POSSIBLE.

  • FINISH WRITING MY NOVEL AND GET IT PUBLISHED.

  • BE A NICER PERSON BECAUSE I'M SERIOUSLY NOT A NICE PERSON.

  • COOK, COOK, AND COOK SOME MORE. OH THE JOYS OF COOKING.

  • SHUT DOWN MISOGYNY EVERY POSSIBLE MOMENT.

  • TELL THE MYSTERIOUS PERSON IN MY SCHOOL THAT I LIKE HIM. AND IF I'M ALIVE AFTER THAT, ASK HIM OUT FOR THE FUN OF IT.

  • GO SKINNY DIPPING BECAUSE ALL THE YA BOOKS SAY IT'S AWESOME.

  • ANNOY THAT ONE UNCLE WHO WORKS FOR SHELL BY LECTURING HIM ON THE BEAUTY OF THE WORLD AND HOW OIL COMPANIES ARE SET ON DESTROYING IT. OH AND EVER SO NOT-SO SUBTLY NAME CALL SHELL AND THEN SEE MY PARENTS HORRIFIED EXPRESSIONS.

  • DO THE DASH AND LILY NOTEBOOK CHALLENGE.

  • BE HAPPY.

  • FINISH MY WWII POEM.

  • GET MY SIBLINGS OBSESSED WITH HARRY POTTER AND OTHER IMPORTANT NERD STUFF.

  • DO WELL ON MY PSATS.

  • COLLECT THE STORIES OF AT LEAST 50 PEOPLE I DON'T KNOW.

Yours,
Zoe Summers

P.S. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Wednesday, 30 December 2015

And Gareth Bale is STILL rocking the man bun.


An Open Eulogy For Everyone who Died this Year

Tomorrow it will be New Years Eve in the Western Hemisphere and the first day of the New Year in the Eastern Hemisphere (because, time zones. UGHH). But before we cross the threshold into another year, it's only fair that we remember all those who won't be joining us.

There are many of you who I don't know. I may not even know that you ever existed. Or I may not have known you personally. But your life was as beautiful as everything else in this universe. It may have felt like you were nothing. Your death of no consequence and immediately forgotten. You never got big memorials, History did not write your name down. But the universe felt your loss. You were an as much a significant part of the Universe as anyone else is. I remember you. I don't know you. But I grieve in your loss. May your afterlife be better for you. May you find happiness. I love you.

To those of you who had people who loved you ever so much; you are very lucky. Some of you died way too young. You were cruelly denied your youth. Your opportunities taken away. I feel your angst. Some of you lived your life to the fullest. You died happily. You died content. I am happy for you. Know that your family still misses you. They still grieve you. They feel empty without you. They haven't stopped loving you. I feel their loss. For losing someone, no matter how long ago, doesn't numb the pain. It only exhilarates it. I send my love to them. I hope they remember all the good moments from your life and find the strength to endure the painful ones.

Some of you died for no reason. Your life was robbed from you. Why? For the personal interests of a few individuals. IT'S NOT FAIR. I am angry for you. I am grieving for you. Because it's not FAIR. But as someone wise once told me, "Life is never fair.". But I wish it was. I wish it was. Be in peace and I pray and hope that your families find peace.

To all the children who had to die this year; our world is cruel to not protect you and nurture you. Most of you never got the media attention little Alan did, whose death was no less terrible. Sleep well my children. I cry for you. No child should drown. No child should be shot. No child should be killed so cruelly. I vow that I shall work to ensure that children don't have to die as you did. For we owe you that much. And much more. You had bright futures. You had amazing possibilities and paths to choose from ahead of you. I fell the harshness of your loss.

Ave Atque Vale. All of you.

Yours,
Zoe Summers

Friday, 25 December 2015

I don't blame her

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Happy 25th!

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Merry Christmas!! Gather your family around and have a great time. And if you don't celebrate it, a day off is always a good thing.

Yours,
Zoe Summers

P.S. I didn't really knew when Hanukkah falls until it passed. I'm really sorry. A belated Happy Hanukkah to you. Happy Holidays!

Monday, 21 December 2015

This is what genius looks like

Never underestimate a teenage girl.:

For some reason this makes me so sad...poor Bucky.

Steve and Bucky, before and after:

Tell TABIT

While almost all of us go through nightmares of our own, very few of us have people we can talk to to. People we can throw our crappiest selves on and know that we won't be judged. So if you're going through a bad time and don't feel comfortable seeing a shrink or cannot afford to do so (for both personal and financial reasons), I have something for you.

If there is something that's overwhelming you and demands to be removed from your system; you can now write to tellTABIT@gmail.com. If you don't want me to read it, you can specify that in your subject. But if you do, I'm here.I'll talk to you if you want. If you don't, it's okay.

Yours,
Zoe Summers

Thursday, 10 December 2015

Violence against Women OR Why do I even have to stress why this is so important?

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This being the 150th post on this blog, I decided on doing something a little different. For starters, a big thank you to everyone who ACTUALLY reads this blog and makes me so happy. You guys are awesome.

But back to the topic. This subject may not be new to most people. Many may have experienced it themselves or may know someone who's been through it. But there is still a minority, who is convinced that this is not an issue, mostly males (sorry guys, I know all of you don't identify with this).

Violence against women isn't something that has risen up recently. It's been here for millenia. Dare I say, it's been here since the beginning of time. The question is Why and how did this become so prevalent. In this post, I will be attempting to answer that in addition to why we need to stop it.

First off, isn't violence against women violence? Like what makes it different? How does violence against women become a "personal" matter of  the victim? How does it become the victim's fault? Because last I checked, NOBODY likes being beaten up, or being assaulted,both verbally and physically. NOBODY. 

And yes, I do know that there will always be that one asshole who is convinced I'm writing this because I am a women. You're right, I am doing this because I'm a woman. Because I don't like walking on the street feeling constantly afraid. I don't like being pushed in crowds. I don't like being called a bitch because I stand up for myself.

But my problems are NOTHING. And while I don't deny that men are also subjected to the same problems, that gives society no reason to declare that violence against women is no big deal. Because it is. It so is. Do you know how many children are sexually assaulted by their families? 30% of the entire population. Thirty fucking percent. That's three hundred million children. THREE HUNDRED MILLION. And 19.7% of that number are female. That's 60 million. That's right, 60 million girls around the world under the age of fifteen are subjected to sexual abuse. And 30% of those cases are overseen by a family member.

These children are forced to grow up in this condition. For some it never stops. And when it does, they are tormented mentally by this for the rest of their beautiful lives. Tell me, what did they do to deserve this? What? But of course society has no answer to this.

Did you know that recently a ten year old in Brazil gave birth to a child at school. Nobody knew. Her mother thought her growing tummy was normal. Her teacher did not find her sudden weight gain odd. The child thought it was just a regular tummy ache. She was JUST ten years old. Do you have any idea how painful this must have been for her? She could have died. Her body was not prepared for childbirth. And do you know how she got pregnant? Her stepfather assaulted her sexually. Scratch that. Her stepfather raped her. And do you know what the government has to say about this? Investigations are underway. That's right, that child almost died and she still has to live with that monster.

But she's not the only one. Her story is like one entry in an Internet index of all websites existing. For every 107 minutes, a women is raped. And 80% of these victims are under eighteen.

One in four women are subjected to domestic violence. And most of the time they have no other option but to put up with it.

So instead of making fascist claims and racist promises, how about do something about this?

Yours,
Zoe Summers

Monday, 23 November 2015




Lisa Kudrow, ladies and gentlemen. Lisa Kudrow.

Yours,
Zoe Summers

Sunday, 22 November 2015

An Open Letter to the guy who despises Glamour



Dear Mr. James Smith,

You have managed to create quite a controversy for yourself. Not only have you managed to create quite a ruckus on my facebook feed, but you have also succeeded to brainwash people to agree with your opinion by lieu of sympathy. Why am I so harsh on you? Because YOU ARE NOT A HERO IN THE FIELD OF WOMAN'S RIGHTS. YOU ARE NOT A GOOD ROLE MODEL FOR CHILDREN. YOU ARE JUST, I REPEAT, JUST ANOTHER TRANSPHOBIC IDIOT. That is all that you are.

I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't be so harsh on you. But here's what you did that contributed to creating this post:

You recently penned a letter to Cindy Leive, the editor-in-chief of Glamour Magazine. You told her that you were returning the The Glamour Woman of the Year award awarded to his wife P.O. Moira Smith who was killed in action during the 9/11 attacks.

Now, I am not going to say that I understand your loss. Because I don't. I did not lose someone I love to the hands of vile beings who call themselves men. I don't know. And yes, she died a hero. There is no denying that.

But that is not the concern of this article. My concern is that you are manipulating your loss to to disguise trans phobia, which I don't think your wife would have approved of. But then again, I don't know her. Secondly, I don't think it should be your decision, whether or not to return the award given to your WIFE. Because your wife was made Glamour Women of the Year, not you.

Furthermore, it really annoys me how you keep referring to Caitlyn Jenner as a "male", even though the State of California has declared her legally "female". So not only are you denying a court order, but you're also being incredibly stupid.

Also, I don't understand how awarding a transgender could insult your wife's memory. I mean, many women have received the Glamour Woman of the Year award after P.O. Moira Smith. Did they insult your wife's memory too? If no, the how is acknowledging the bravery of someone trying to be them self and fighting for the rights and raising awareness about transgenders be any different?

It may be true, that Caitlyn Jenner may not be perfect, but are any of us? Are you perfect Mr. Smith? Unless you can provide proof stating you are, I don't think you have the right to judge others unfairly.

Yours,
Zoe Summers

Saturday, 14 November 2015

#PrayForPeace

MLK Day - Project inspired by Picasso's Peace Dove (tweak):
The posts I have been posting have nothing to do with one incident. Yes, I feel for all those who have suffered in Gaza, Lebanon, Paris, Tokyo and Syria. Right now I am filled with so much anger, too many people are dying.

We are one species. I hate this because people are treating this as a lifestyle trend and I know that no posts are going to actually help those people. I know.

They deserve to be remembered. that's all.

Yours,
Zoe Summers

#PrayForPeace

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The ugly truth...Racist Koch Bros., Teabaggers, Corrupt Politicians+ fanatic right wing religious nuts!:

#PrayForPeace

Resorting to violence is akin to admitting one is too ignorant to find a creative solution:

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Street art in Beyrouth. I <3 Beirut:

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Saturday, 7 November 2015

Image Struggles

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I am writing this article after coming out of a breakdown. So if you've been having a bad day, don't read this. I'm just going to rant here.

First off, let me start by asking a question: What is happiness and why does everyone make such a big deal out of it?

Why do people find it so hard to accept that a person going through depression or is suffering from a mental illness can be happy? Is it really necessary for something life altering to happen to them before they become happy? Who feeds you that bullshit?

You know all those stories on the internet, about not fitting in anywhere? They're not all untrue. I've wanted to write this article for a long time. So here it comes:

When I was little, I use to think that my father had the answer to every problem. He was so smart, so strong, so funny, so good looking. I would show him off to all the other kids at school. Look, my daddy has abs, my daddy is charismatic. my daddy can play six different types of sports; can your father do that? I was so proud of him. Cross that. I AM proud of him. He is the best thing this world has to give to me. In those days, I would hang on to every word that fell from his lips. Whatever daddy said was true. Nothing could change my mind on that. But one of the things that he told me, that made me who I am was: "Be different. In our family, we don't value people who follow other people. People follow us."

So I took his advice literally and went out of my way to be different. Not that it wasn't fun. And kindergarten me took delight in shocking people. Like all those times I would show up to school with a buzz cut hairdo and everyone would just stare. The girls those days were bent on growing their hair as long as Rapunzel's. Or the time I brought a Spider Man backpack, lunch bag and compass box to school. I remember a boy asking me: "Why do you have Spider Man stuff? Are you a boy?". I remember punching him and getting into this big fight with our classmates cheering on (even if half of the boys were shaming my opponent for fighting a girl). I remember my father losing it in the Principal's office. I remember him laughing so hard that the secretary had to bring him a glass of water. He had to be stern with me afterwards for my mother's sake. But he got me Jungle Book a day later.

I remember always being a new student at school. I wasn't shy. I just did not want to talk to people. I was always content on my own. But it got lonely sometimes. VERY lonely. I remember being the only kid in the class who knew so much that the teacher had to give me other work to do to keep my mouth shut. And to stop correcting her mistakes. I remember always reading books of all shapes and sizes. I remember being caught in maths class reading a Nancy Drew book. All the kids shunned me after that. Apparently I had no 'respect' for the teacher because talking bad about her behind her back is so much more 'respectful'. 

Oh and then the Puberty fairy gave me a visit. And suddenly I became a very vivacious person (at least according to my first boyfriend). I got my first boyfriend in eight grade. He was two years older than me. Half of the class was in awe of my boldness. Half of them were too busy calling me a slut. I would go to the bathroom and find some very 'nice' things written in my honour. My boyfriend told me to ignore them, but I was tired of being judged relentlessly. I started distancing myself from him. That lead to me finding him making out with a Lebanese girl in the football ground. We hadn't broken up.

Then came the year where my mother got a tumour and we had to move to India. I hated every bit of it (the decision to move, not the country). I gained lot's of weight from binge eating and reading too many books. I stopped working out. And then the boob fairy came to give me a visit. You know the funny thing abut guys? They have this ridiculous fantasy about girls: big boobs, no waist, big booty and super long legs. What they don't get is that every girl who has naturally big breasts WILL have hips. And curvacious ones. Unless you count the ridiculously gorgeous fictional women created by sexually deprived male authors. In short: THEY DON'T EXIST UNLESS WOMEN SURGICALLY MODIFY THEMSELVES.

That was part of the reason I did not like like going to school. I was expected to be super thin and discuss diets and how I wanted to get married. I mean, what the hell? Food is the one of the few good things left on this planet and if there'es anything I learned from watching all those cooking shows is to NOT to sacrifice on food. And marriage? I was fourteen for crying out loud. I wanted to discuss what career I wanted , NOT how many kids I want.

I hate not fitting in. I never do. Wherever I go, no matter how much I try. So I've given up on it. I've started working out again. Not because I want a perfect body, but because I want to make it to the school badminton team (varsity level). I don't try to make a new best friend because I already have an AMAZING ONE BACK HOME. My cyclothymia has thought me so much. Mostly that the world is a screwed up place. I'm still not comfortable being myself, but I am getting there. And I hope you do to.

Yours,
Zoe Summers

How to save yourself in awkward situations.

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