Love me Dutch

Random posts

• Manic Manicure: Saturday night isn’t about consuming as much alcohol as possible before passing out. Preposterous I thought, but the magazine made me follow a social princess around for a day and find out.
• Venus attacks: He stops and sniffs his drink. Their eyes lock for half a minute – but men are ill-equipped for these games.
• Trash talk: Every woman in the country understands that a green license plate means you could never afford this car; we're smart like that. So smart in fact that we can tell the size of your penis from said car.
• E-lust: We live in a world larger than our egos, and understandably want to shrink it into manageable screens. And wouldn’t it just be lovely if our social lives were really servants of mice and keyboards?
• Cotton candy: Zena el Khalil doesn’t create; she reacts to Beirut. Take the mind of a war-child, mix in the memories of an immigrant, and season with pink. Lots and lots of pink.
• Special Olympian: Who would have thought that a Lebanese would bring back an Olympic medal? Edward Maalouf knew it all along; he only wishes his government appreciated it a bit more.
• Little fish: Some 2 million years ago, give or take ten minutes, in a cheery cave in central Africa, an ancestor paused in an unprecedented moment of consideration and regarded his mate.
• Man vs. kitten: When tigers roamed free, we kept our distance. We lived in mud huts, lit fires and sharpened sticks, and prayed that tigers would just leave our miserable little villages alone.
• Burned breakfast: When it comes to playing with food, nothing is more dangerous than ruining a man’s breakfast.
• Meen meen?: Meen are the definitive Lebanese anti-band, and while their lyrics are obscure and sometimes outright silly, you can't help but be moved by their music.
• Kababster: Architect Maroun el Daccache attempts to define the Lebanese style, not in the least through the incredible office building I was welcomed in. For me though, it's all about Kababji.