Living in a collectivist society is on the whole very pleasant – at least when you’re used to it – but there’s no denying that one of the drawbacks of living in Egypt is that there just isn’t much individualism. Although this naturally depends largely on education and socio-economic status, you rarely see many people departing from the established mould. People are generally as alike as fetuses, practically interchangeable. Eccentricities are never permitted to develop, and are not easily accepted; original thoughts are as ephemeral as unicorns. I’ve heard many people blame Egypt’s varied social, economic, and political ills on the fact that rarely does anyone question the status quo, and if they do they are immediately stoppered-up by some religious platitude which they then murmur uncomprehendingly to others. I don’t entirely agree with this view, but the fact is, it’s hard to find someone who dares to do anything without the approval of society, however innocuous it is. It’s one of the reasons I find it hard to find female friends here, as women usually get the short end of society’s stick.
This uniformity is hard to reconcile with the various astonishing things that seem to take place here that would simply be unheard of anywhere else: like the time E and I nearly missed a goodbye party because we wanted to stay and gape at four people dragging an elephantine couch into our apartment via the simple means of tying a rope round it and hoisting it through the window, while feeble arms “pushed” it from below. No one else in the street found this in the least noteworthy, and in fact when we related the incident to others our story was topped by wall partitions pulled up twenty floors, humans dangling by their ankles, etc. However, the people are still lemmings; so it generally gives me great pleasure when in the course of daily living I see people who are pleasantly strange – for Egypt. Here are a few of the best:
There was the time a teenage boy rollerbladed across Adly St. while clutching a cat basket. No one rollerblades here, especially not downtown where even walking is an intricate art requiring armour to guard genitals and breasts. I’ve also never seen any kind of pet basket being publicly displayed, as most Egyptians don’t own pets and those who do whisk them around in Mercedes (what is the plural of this word?). So you can see how the combination thrilled me.
Another time I was in Seoudi supermarket in Zamalek when I clocked a rotund man advancing towards the checkout wearing a long purple dress with large red flowers on it. It wasn’t no ethnic gear: this was a dress. It was belted, and the deep v-neck allowed me a view of his simian chest hair and large gold chain, topped with a greasy pony tail and vaguely pubic-looking goatee. I hastened to stand behind him in the checkout line, but no one did the habitual Egyptian rude open-mouthed gape, which i attributed to the Zamalek locale and Gulfy tourist season. I contented myself instead with staring at his posterior which undulated powerfully under his dress in a manner made familiar to me by most of the women of Egypt (I myself have been burdened with only the Egyptian kirsh…the Piglet has the Egyptian behind. Well, I have the male Egyptian behind, i.e. one which continues straight down from my back to my legs with no perceptible protrusion).
But the incident which caused the warmest gurgliest feeling inside didn’t happen to me: it happened to M. obviously people feel freer to reveal themselves to foreigners, but I think he would have preferred if they didn’t. He was walking to the gym, when a young Egyptian guy stopped him just outside the AUC dorms and asked him if he had a lighter. When M said no the guy engaged him in conversation, asking him his name and where he’s from etc. Nothing I can say can dissuade M from thinking Egyptians are just “friendly” – so he answered, and the guy walked along with him. Then the man pointed at M’s mangy, cracked gym shoes and said, “Nice shoes.”
“Ha ha ha.” M thought he must be joking.
“Can I smell them?”
“Ha ha, my feet are smelly, ha…”
“No really, I am sure your feet smell nice. Let me smell them.”
“What??”
“I like feet, let me smell them.”
“Are you crazy?”
“No, many people like feet!”
And then a typical M moment. His insatiable curiosity led him to ask, “If I did let you smell my feet, where would we do it? Here?” Referring, no doubt, to the street in front of the American Ambassador’s residence. M contends that he was just trying to distract him and change the subject. His next attempt to change the subject was the following:
“What is ‘may I smell your feet?’ in Arabic?”
“ ‘Momken ashemm regleik?’ ”
And then he resumed begging and M resumed shouting “No!” until they reached the gym, which is when M politely and imprudently extended his hand to shake the perv’s hand. The perv hung onto his hand and begged: “just one smell!” and “please!” until M whipped his hand away and sprinted into the gym. This isn’t his only gay pervy Egyptian stalker story, but it’s definitely the best, am I right?
Feshfesh
September 18, 2007
Now I feel bad that no one offers to smell my shoes..
ZeRoCoOl
September 18, 2007
And I thought Gotham was dodgy ……it actually sounds like a cool comedy central skit lol….. but I guess the camera and the consent release never appeared for M huh.
Anonymous
September 18, 2007
OMG!!!! The whole smelly feet thing is hilarious!!!!!!ROFLMAO
Hybrid
September 18, 2007
I like entries with stories in them. The guy had to have been an ant eater in a past life.
Cairogal
September 18, 2007
LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLL!
magnoona
September 19, 2007
haha poor M. I cant believe how well he’s taken to Egypt!
elle
September 19, 2007
maybe it was a dare the creep was asked to do.
Anonymous
September 19, 2007
Egypt is only very superficially a collectivist society, I have found. I think it’s ‘collectiveness’ goes as far as public expectations on how things should be, but beyond the watchful eye of the neighbors and left to their own devices, Egyptians are really very eccentric and bizarre. i.e. your man in the dress, apparently there are such a few characters infamous for their cross-dressing, the most prominent of which is a Turkish vagabond of considerable wealth who frequents city stars with a well-painted face, shiny shoes, sparkly t-shirts (I’ve yet to see him in a dress), a smart purse and an Egyptian boyfriend in tow. As for your theory on the female friend situation-I still have to say that lack of multiculturalist interaction and peculiar homogeneity does negatively affect the ‘females of interest’ pool. But I sense this to be a point of impasse as you sound to be one of the scions of the uber self-absorbed law schools (Osgoode, perhaps? Your affinity for distinctive prose and demeanor is reminiscent of my osgoode friends……)
Forsoothsayer
September 19, 2007
yes, i think i have seen that fella at city stars. is turkish, though, as you said (besides, it seems to be perfectly acceptable to wear sparkly shirts and pointy shoes in egypt). egyptians aren’t left to their own devices much though. “average” egyptians at any rate.osgoode indeed! good one. i guess we were quite self absorbed, i don’t know if the other law schools were as well. i think i’ll take that last sentence as a compliment 🙂 thanks.
Forsoothsayer
September 19, 2007
actually, some points of inquiry: since we both agree about the phenomenon and cause of the females of interest situation – as i understood your comment – why the impasse? and why should said impasse be caused by having attended osgoode?
AF
September 19, 2007
“But I sense this to be a point of impasse as you sound to be one of the scions of the uber self-absorbed law schools” anyone who uses this amount of vocabulary in a blog comment MUST be uber self-absorbed! geezee! I find myself needing a dictionary every time I am reading this blog! not all of us went to osgoode unfortunately…
Basil Fawlty
September 19, 2007
Mercedes’ (with an apostrophe on the end)It sounds like a dare…you know, bet you wouldn’t go over to that foreigner and ask to smell his feet. Guys do stuff like that.Of course, the simplest explanation is that he really did want to smell his feet.
sar
September 20, 2007
sooo funnyyy!!! lol.. hehehe.. poor M.. he’s just too canadian and polite
Anonymous
September 20, 2007
The impasse is in ref to our views on multiculturalism (on the female problem I think we are both exp the same prob and probably have similar diagnoses). I think that the lacking multi-c is a large factor in the social retardation here and you think it is overrated. You attending osgoode is why I think your “iniquitous” views on mosaics are not surprise-osgoode (a stupendous instit though it may be) is on a campus removed to the farthest reaches of anything T.O-like with its own fully equipped mall to handle the whimsical shopping fantasies of a student population (incidentally very hot) who daily outdoes itself in fashion and makeup, even whilst spending time at the rarely used library “cramming” for exams…need I say more? And u r right, the problem is that the law school and university do excel in producing replicas-rare it is to not to quickly spot a yorkie/osgoodian. (Hehe)…I also embellish (slightly) as I am from a rival institution, where as well we are proudly self-absorbed!
Forsoothsayer
September 20, 2007
i’m not sure where i said anything about the benefits or lack thereof of multi-culturalism. i agree with you, though, it’s probably one of the main causes of egypt’s bollocks in general. i’m not sure at all what the undergraduate students of york u and osgoode have in common; certainly we never mixed with them. as for multiculturalism, i don’t think u of t can boast any more multiculuralism than york can, if that’s what u mean. once, i saw a white person there and i pointed him out and all my friends gaped.this is probably boring for readers who have most barely heard of toronto, possibly. sorry. is this gleb?
Anonymous
September 20, 2007
haha… the univ repartee is infinite, but ur right will be on par with the joy of putting forks in one’s eyes for your readers. if perchance a crevice of chill gals are found in cairo pass on directions to their location….
narendra shenoy
September 20, 2007
Hilarious! I’m not sure how I stumbled on to this blog, but I’m bookmarking this one. Carry on, Funny, Female, Egyptian, 24.
Cairogal
September 20, 2007
I knew a lot of foreign men who were propositions by Egyptian men in a pretty bizarre scenarios. Most of the foreign men were not gay. I was reading this post to my husband, and we had concluded that there are some people out there who can’t get away with exposing their festishes or even their sexual preferences with other Egyptians, so foreigners are an easy place to test the waters.Less likely to be attacked and torn to bits by a mob of Americans. 😉
noush
September 21, 2007
i love your blog, it came out when i was searching “bawab” on google. i read alot of your posts till my eyelids dont flap as easily.my blog is http://www.ejepshan.com...
Forsoothsayer
September 22, 2007
thanks, narendra – i can’t believe serious grownups could like my blog!thank u too, noush! will check urs out.
Nadiyya
October 9, 2007
aaahhh I have a good “Gay perv norwegian stalking egyptians-story”He ended up being deported. Thank God.