Before I wrote that exaggerated self-pitying dollop of a last post (I would delete it but that seems emotionally dishonest) I was actually hanging out with a friend. This friend, Little Bubbly, is my oldest remaining friend. I have known her, literally, since birth. We went through all the various milestones together (feeling superior to our community and friends, doubting religion, rejecting the conformist bourgeois pressures of Egyptian society, thinking about boys). She is teeny and cute. I usually feel like a lumbering giant around her, especially as every meeting of ours begins with her criticizing my outfit, hair and figure. I actually put on a top I don’t even like because I thought she would like it, and then she made me take it off, told me that I had always had a belly although the scales beg to differ, and that my hair was coarse (it’s so not, especially for an Egyptian chick). She’s a lovely person.
She is moving to Egypt for a while in order – get this – to experience good Christian fellowship. The Christian fellowship in Kuwait is definitely lame; there aren’t enough young people because they all go off to university and don’t come back. And in Canada, she opines that the combination of whiteness and churchiness results in utterly boring people. But seriously, I have met very, very few born-agains anywhere who I can stand to be around. One of them is my sister, and we wouldn’t even be friends if we didn’t venture forth from the same womb. And I have a lot lower standards for coolness than Little Bubbly. She hopes to meet fashion-conscious, interesting, fun, rich people who walk with Christ. It’s not going to happen.
So that’s the first problem I have with her moving-to-Egypt plan. Another is that she is a real clean freak and super finicky. Her favourite words are “nasty”, “dirty” and “eew” – and I’ve never heard them uttered with such expressiveness. She refuses to eat out, and thinks City Stars is gross…and I mean actually unhygienic. This bodes ill, as any Cairene knows. I continued to stuff my face with cafe food as she told me this, while she fastidiously drank a mineral water. Nowhere here is clean or luxurious or even properly maintained and that’s just the way it is. She works for an NGO, and they and their staff are always dodgy, too. She doesn’t want to ride in any taxis – she airily informed me that she was going to hire a car and driver. At this point we stopped to watch the couple in front of us – the girl was pornographically biting her greasy, long-haired boyfriend’s muscular bicep. This happened more than once. He sat there accepting her teenage sexual twitchings as his manly, just due.
I will try to adequately amuse her, but where? And who with? None of my friends wear tight gold belts around their waists! Most of them eschew real shoes. I can’t remember when I last interacted with anyone with spiky gelled hair. I wear more makeup than most of my female friends – and I don’t actually own any foundation and never wear mascara. I don’t personally know anyone with skinny jeans (which, by the way, are truly dire). We will see.
La Gitana
April 30, 2007
THANK YOU. SKINNY JEANS ARE DIRE. Finally someone who is not retarded, I love you.
Safiya
April 30, 2007
Hi La gitana, it cool you’re still alive, wish you’d update your blog though.As for skinny jeans, isn’t the Egyptian male uniforn skinny jeans with a plaid shirt?
Forsoothsayer
April 30, 2007
well…not the kind of guys we choose to consort with! we’re talking about chicks mainly. and really skinny.
Anonymous
May 1, 2007
you need to direct her to facebook. she will find all the groups and skinny-jean-wide-belt-wearing people she needs. keep on trying to enjoy your nasty ewwtastic cafe food in peace!
Basil Fawlty
May 1, 2007
That level of hygiene-fixation is a disease. I know people like that and they are impossible to be around.That said, I’ve described personality profiles that are not acceptable to me, unless they happen to occur in, yes, an old friend. Then, I gladly accept (and except) them for (and from) it.You’re naturally entertaining, you don’t have to try. I enjoyed meeting you and I remember you voiced the same concerns about your ability to amuse me, and they turned out to be unfounded. It sounds trite but it’s not: be yourself. There are plenty of other people that I would give the opposite advice to.
Forsoothsayer
May 1, 2007
dude yeah but it’s not good if i’m being my entertaining self in a place she won’t go! it’s a matter of locales really.
L
May 1, 2007
I absolutely detest skinny jeans and think they look good on no one. My brother and all his friends now insist on wearing them for God knows what reason. It gives me the opportunity to insult him constantly though, which is good. And the imagery of a teenage girl biting her greasy boyfriend’s biceps just sounds so unbelievably strange to me not to mention just a wee bit disgusting. (I think it was the combination of the words greasy and long-haired. Eww) Anyways, maybe when she gets truly desparate for some sterility you could take her to a hospital for a couple hours. I would hope their hygiene standards are higher than the rest of Cairo
Mando
May 1, 2007
hey there! i havent been here in a long time, the more and more blogs i check back on the more i realize i’ve missed tons of stuff about people whom i followed their blogs.hope life’s been treating you well :)anyway, since i just came back and started to take care of my neglected blog again just recently i’m going around giving shouts to my favourite bloggers.i did a complete re-design, check it out and let me know what u think 🙂
Anonymous
May 2, 2007
see what she thinks of El Mar3ashly in zamalek…
Forsoothsayer
May 2, 2007
she doesn’t think much of zamalek as a whole…but khalas, yesterday we did a day use at the grand hyatt and she says it will appease her for a week 🙂
Forsoothsayer
May 2, 2007
also, I, hospitals in cairo are generally yuck. and yes, the boy’s long hair WAS greasy.
Mo
May 2, 2007
I don’t know why, but I find that blatantly wearing one’s faith on one’s sleeve is cheesy more often than not.Anyway, given the magnitude of the reality check that’s in store for your friend, let’s hope her psyche remains intact and that she adapts, rather than become a hermit.
Anonymous
May 3, 2007
elmar3ashly the church, it’s not a hangout!
Forsoothsayer
May 3, 2007
ah, i see…it does appear to have trendy people (i work on that street) but she’s a protestant. that’s how we got to know each other…by being transported as babies to the same church.
Anonymous
May 5, 2007
i think a fair few protestants do grace its doors. I didn’t mention kasr el dobara as I’m sure you know it, probably went to it but that’s protestant