The first time it hit me, I was walking the streets of Toronto with a friend who was visiting from Paris. It was a hot summer day, and Queen West was full of colorful flary dresses strutting on it. My friend was wearing a long vivid red dress with pretty, yellow flowers, modernly painted on it, our loud conversation was …
What is a feminist really? Someone who hates men? Someone who doesn’t shave and is dressed unappealingly?Someone who is angry all the time and thinks everything in the world is unfair?Someone who doesn’t wear makeup?Someone who has to organize protests against men? These are the lines I have heard or read in the media in university from the mouth of some of …
It all started when I got a call several years ago from an old friend back in Iran telling me she changed her life after seeing how happy I was after I’ve changed mine. At that moment, a different kind of joy was pumping intensely in my veins; the joy of “so going through the pain of change DID matter” …