Well, trust me when I say, just like you don’t want random guys adding you on Facebook, we don’t want random women adding us on Facebook. During my time on Facebook, I’ve been added by quite a few women, yet I never threw a shit storm and sent “Why the hell are you adding me? Face it, Facebook has its perils as well – and a block button. I seem to get this one a lot, usually during the early stages of conversation. If you’re not planning on having sex with a guy, don’t play the game. Don’t pretend to be a player when you’re just a spectator.
It was 2008 and I had just moved there from Fez because the words people used to describe the place were Europeans owned homes in the Old City, which they occupied in the summer, when the town was saturated in blue and the beach looked savage and grand. I repeated the word she had used, which I assumed meant “rape.” She nodded while I looked it up in my dictionary, but wasn’t there. — another name for Moroccan Arabic, the colloquial language that incorporates bits of Berber, French, and Spanish.
And anyway, it was the kind of language not found in books that I most wanted to learn.
In Fez, I had practiced dialogues that adhered to Morocco’s traditional gender roles: My tutor there, an unmarried and conservative woman, punctuated my classroom dialogues with instruction on what good Moroccan women did or did not do.
Meriem is a prostitute, Taha had told me, but she’s very smart.
I said that I didn’t care what she did when she wasn’t tutoring me.