Girls own no pass shawarma

before i start, let me state unequivocally that i do not fancy shawarma.

i prefer pizza instead. it’s hot, it’s meaty, cheesy, has none of that cabbage mess, has good rewarm value. delicious. and to be honest i don’t understand the hype behind shawarma the same way i don’t understand the craze behind caprisone (heck I can think it's all tied to pedophilic infantilism of women but I digress!)

i state all this to stamp one foot in the door first: i am not saying what i’m saying from a place of hurt. i am not crying about the stupid saying i put up there as a title.

girls own no pass shawarma.

i do not give a fuck about shawarma.

but so what?

because the issue is not shawarma. the issue is what happens when women become associated with something.

girls own no pass shawarma is derogatory in its existence in the same way pink as a colour is mocked, the same way holding an umbrella as a man is condemned. the phrase itself sounds innocent enough, but listen to how it is used.

it stops being “girls like shawarma.”

it becomes “oh na even woman.”

it becomes “nothing dey woman head except shawarma.”

it becomes “women dull die.”

it becomes a tool to reduce women into a punchline.

and that is where the problem begins.

because picture this:

“guys own no pass playstation.”

“boys own no pass football.”

notice how neither lands the same way?

notice how neither carries the same mocking undertone?

and I know guys mocked for football too, yes, they do. but football is not mocked because it is associated with men. football fans are mocked for being obsessed. that is different.

with girls own no pass shawarma, the joke is often not the shawarma.

the joke is the girl.

the joke is that a woman liking something somehow makes that thing unserious.

i have relatives who absolutely love shawarma, so i can see why the saying may have started innocently. but intentions do not matter as much as usage. what matters is what the phrase has become.

because somehow, when enough women enjoy something, it becomes embarrassing.

pink becomes childish.

boy bands become unserious.

romance becomes silly.

shawarma becomes evidence that women are shallow.

and yet no woman is running around saying men own no pass football.

heck, if we are being honest, shawarma is delicious. what is the grand intellectual superiority in watching twenty-two men chase a ball around a field for ninety minutes?

but that is exactly my point.

the football fan will tell me there is more to football than chasing a ball.

there is culture.

there is community.

there is strategy.

there is emotion.

and he would be right.

so why are women so rarely afforded the same generosity?

why is something assumed to be shallow the moment women enjoy it?

why does association with women lower something’s perceived status?

that, to me, is the more interesting question.

girls own very well so and more usually does pass shawarma.