I wasn’t the type of student who dropped classes easily while in school. I was always passionate about the courses I chose and enjoyed them (with the exception of Geography and Logic, for I had very lousy instructors) to the fullest…
Women Studies was an elective I took my second year in Undergrad… It was an introductory course that was aimed at selected theories, ideas and debates that help us to understand how gender is a social institution that plays a profound role in shaping our lives. Also touching on topics that include theories of gender and sexuality, histories of feminism and contemporary feminist movements, women’s health, reproduction, body image, sexuality, etc. Reading the class syllabus, I felt empowered 
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A few weeks into the semester, I could not stand it … the instructor was a hardcore feminist who felt that there should absolutely be no difference what-so-ever between men and women…she called for equality in all form and measure. Something I find unrealistic. I strongly believe that there are certain things that are just meant for women and certain things that are meant for men. She spoke so highly of how she treats her young boy - who was in first grade at the time - and how she dresses him. Imagine a boy in the first grade showing up to school in a hot pink jogging suit. Really. There is nothing wrong with pink, and some of the latest trends carry this color…but hot pink for a first grader boy? That’s stretching a bit… The kid is going to grow up scarred. No matter how open-minded our society is, it really is cruel at times…and to have a young kid go through ridicule just because his hardcore feminist of a mother wants to defy the norm is just too selfish.
One of the assignments called for all the females in the class to visit a female strip club and act as men would, whereas all males in class will show up to a nightclub carrying women purses. We were to record the observations! Yeah. Ok! While it sounded so tempting and an experience worthwhile at 20, I thought she was completely out of her mind! I dropped the class after a minor clash of views with her over her outrageous assignment and what I classified as cruelty towards her little boy and gave up women studies for good!
Now… I classify myself as a feminist who believes in the betterment of women globally and supporting equal opportunities for them in the political, social and workforce spectrum…but I’m not a hardcore psycho
Expressions of Nakba is an international competition and exhibition to commemorate the 60th anniversary of the Nakba: the expulsion and dispossession of hundreds of thousands of Palestinians from their homes and land in 1948.
