To live in my country.

Disclaimer: i am not trying to say that i am better than anyone, i am not trying to bash anyone (maybe i am, a little bit) this is just me talking about my hometown, but it can also apply to all Algeria, so yeah.
I live in Algeria, the biggest country in Africa (after the parting of Sudan) the richest country in Africa, we have a little bit of everything, the most diverse climate ever, my country is a rich country, that has the abilities of living like the middle east people, maybe a lot more, but that's a talk for another time.
What I'm going to talk about in this blogpost, is, what it is like, to live in my country, dear Algeria, from a girl's point of view, so guys calm the fuck down.
I'll start with something good, in my country, there is no suicides from bullying, because if someone bullies you, you can kick their butt, and everyone will be on your side, because you're right, and if you can't you can bring one of your family or relatives to do it, all is good (i am talking about individuals here, not the general government to people bullying)
In my country, a girl can't be anything, she can't wear anything, she can't look anyway, without her being criticised, doesn't matter whether you're tall, short, average, fat, curvy, thin, skinny, beautiful, ugly, it doesn't fucking matter, you will be criticised, the least they can say about you when you look perfect is: she's a slut, nobody is that good looking and not be a slut.
In my country, god forbid you wear clothes that you like, god forbid you wear something loose, or something tight, god forbid you wear something short or something long, god forbid you wear too much to no makeup at all, you WILL be judged, badly.
In my country, we don't do outside activities, jogging in the morning? what? are you nuts? have you lost it? Na uh, cinemas? what the hell you mean by cinemas? we don't even have cinemas in here, so we have to wait for the movie to come on the Internet to watch it, sports? Na girl that's for boys, and of course the most popular and most available sport is: yes, you guessed it, it is football.
In my country, you get hit on in the street, in a very rude way, but then when you decline, either nicely or rudely, that depends, you get called names, like bad bad names that are really offencive, and cringe worthy that you can't help but just put your head down and walk away, because the other people on the street will not try to help you, instead they give you the girl, these looks of disdain and conviction, like it was your fault, and not the excuse of a human being that is calling you by these horrid names.
In my country, if you are not married by the age of 25, there is something wrong with you, you are not good for marriage anymore, you're damaged goods, although there's nothing wrong with you, maybe you're still studying, maybe you're following your dreams, maybe you haven't found the person you are ready to spend the rest of your life with, but no, no one will understand, and if someone came asking for your hand in marriage after 25 your parents will give you to him right away, especially if you have the old type parents, you have no right to protest or refuse, and you won't want to anyway because you yourself will start to feel like damaged goods.
In my country, a girl can't speak for herself, ever, you are always expected to be quiet and shut up at all times, and if you do speak for yourself, you will be considered rude, impolite, and not a good human being in general.
in my country, if you're not blond, you don't qualify as a pretty woman, if you have brown or red or black hair, you're yuk, but if you have blond locks, even if they're not real, you will be the most attractive woman ever, that is why most women in my country have bleached hair, they don't care if it matches their skin tone, they don't give a shit about hair damage, they only care about looking pretty in blond.
I'm not joking this is completely real, the things i have mentioned are real and happen on daily basis, i will update when i get the list complete, this was a rant because i felt fed up, so excuse me for it.
you know what no, don't excuse me, i am good, i said what i wanted to say, and i am happy about it, not meaning to be rude or anything, but the truth is the truth.
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