"Spate of suicides by foreign maids in Lebanon sheds light on abuse"
http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/meast/11/24/lebanon.suicides/index.html
My opinion on this article? Well, does it really even need saying? Anyone with any remnant of a soul would find the conditions described in this article absolutely appalling. No human being should feel forced to enter such conditions to support their family and then feel so hopeless and downtrodden as to commit suicide. The pattern of these suicides certainly speaks for itself; no one can deny that conditions are bad when multiple women cannot even stand to live anymore as a result. Certainly the trend isn't going noticed, so what I want to know is what will be done about it? And how are conditions this bad in so many households? Does anyone in Lebanon see the horrific consequences of these conditions? Or are foreign women so undervalued that it just doesn't matter? Each new question just makes me angrier, sadder, and more confused, which sadly enough will most likely make me stop asking questions like the many other apathetic inhabitants of this planet.
"Weapons testing turns deadly in S. Korea"
http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/asiapcf/12/03/skorea.explosion/index.html
Well, just one more reason there shouldn't be weapon testing to begin with. I understand the need for protection yada yada yada but really, who ever decided it'd be good idea to shoot things at each other to solve a problem? Oh hey, we disagree about this, let's grab a bunch of guys, give them some deadly objects, and make them fight to the death. PERFECT! Problem solved! Lord sometimes this world is messed up.
About Me
- Trisha
- Whenever I paint, I put my left arm behind my back, and when I'm really focused on my art, I've been told that my breathing gets heavier. Walking barefoot is my petit bonheur, and trees are the most fascinating thing on this planet. I could eat a whole jar of peanutbutter slowly by the spoonful, especially if you sit me down in front of a movie, or two, or three. Sleeping with the window open makes for the best night's rest. I like to sit on the floor, even when a chair is available, which is ironic, because I really like to design furniture. The place where the Cleveland Indians play will always be Jacob's Field, and drawing with a pencil and paper will always beat out Photoshop. Cleaning my room with music blasting makes me happy. Funny, cause I've been unanimously voted the messiest in my house. When I think of the house I will own when I'm older, it involves a library, an art studio, floor-length windows with ivy crawling up the panes, and a roof I can easily climb on. It also involves secret passageways and those creepy paintings with spyholes for eyes. My kids are getting a treehouse whether they want one or not. As it turns out, I didn’t have to swim to Europe.
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