This text was originally published in Kosovo2.0
If someone had told me a year ago that I would be having a light saber duel with a Lebanese chick on the Boston subway, I would have given them a condescending look (to say the least).
Last October my life did not appear even half as sci-fi. Looking back, that period was also quite the turning point. I went from being the girl in The Kooks’ “Ooh La,” a goody-two-shoes Shalala person, whose dysfunctional relationship with the world makes for a catchy third-person tune, to an Eliza Doolittle “Pack Up” non-fictional I dictate the rules one.