Showing posts with label Facebook. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Facebook. Show all posts

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Nigeria and the "Facebook Feminist"

(Temidayo Ahanmisi)--You are all being manipulated, but you are either too clueless or too pompous to realise this.
This is why you lend your energy to being agents in turn of the grand delusion.
It is social media. It doesn't take a genius to control the minds of anyone in this matrix. The subjects lend themselves for use and control.
Once you realise this, everything falls into place and you see your own silliness for what it is.
So I saw one of those "submission matters" post by a dear friend this morning, and gave in to the urge to say this much, because this friend largely "gets it" when it comes to the matter of Feminism vis a vis Matrimony.
This much I submitted:
Feminism and Submission are contrived battles on the social media. Those who argue on either side are caught in a spiral of delusion and manipulation of their reasoning as well as the thoughts of the other.

Monday, July 20, 2015

"I Always Mispronounce My Name...I'm Reclaiming the Original"

Source: anglianwater
(The Guardian)--The Facebook name-pronunciation feature made me realize that, after a lifetime of code-switching, I want to pronounce my name as my mother intended

Facebook’s feature allowing you to choose an accurate pronunciation of your name for everyone to see (and hear) seems simple enough. Helpful, even. But I haven’t pronounced my name correctly in the last 27 years, and I’m afraid to start now.
I introduce myself as a three syllable SAH-dee-uh, when my name is actually a two-syllable Sa-Dhya, adapted from a sharper-sounding Arabic name to roll off a softer, Urdu-speaking palate. The trick is in the D. When I spell out “D as in David” to the Comcast rep on the phone, what I should be saying is “D as in Theo.”
But I don’t say that. Pronouncing my name the way my mother intended is more foreign to me now than the other way around. Here’s the uncomfortable reason why: I’m afraid my name sounds too ... ethnic. That Sa-Dhya won’t fit in with her mainstream white American friends and co-workers anymore. That saying my name “the right way” will somehow negate the fact that I was born in this country and feel more American than Pakistani.