Stereotyping The Omani People - Part I

OK i seriously can't stop laughing. I just read a post by a Kuwaiti blogger who stereotyped the female Kuwaiti population and she did it in such a funny way but it was basically very very true. And I am sure any female readers will be lying if they denied even having a tiny touch of each type. I have to admit that when I go out I sometimes refer to myself as one of these stereotypes. Anyways here goes, starting from the youngest:-

The Rocker Dudettes: They range from the age of 13 to 17. Usually dressed in a skin-tight black t-shirt with the Rocking Stones lips'n'tongue with a few sparkly stones and stone-washed skinny leg jeans. Usually have the iPod permanently plugged in their ears even while in conversation with each other. They greet each other with the rocker hand signal and every SMS message is punctuated with \m/.

The Mini Victoria Beckhams: They are usually a gang of four, calling each other Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda. Of course "Carrie" is the leader of the pack in her Monogram LV 30 Speedy and dictates to the others what are the must-haves / must-buys over the summer holiday. Their conversation usually reverts around Serena Var Der Woodsen / Blake Lively's handbag in the latest Gossip Girl episode which they refer to in the correct name such as "Burberry Medal Studs Warrior Bag in Trench".

The KuKu Heads: Suddenly discovered the 3abaya and all the bling. Every single items MUST carry a large sparkly Hanayen / First Choice / First Lady logo. The "KuKu' aka 3ish il '3urab aka qamboo3a usually adds an extra 30 cms as a minimum to their height. Must be wearing a a minimum of 3 inch heels and at least a combination of Body Shop body spray, Abdil Samad Al Qurashi bukhoor AND Angel Perfume. The githleh is blowdried and highlighted to perfection while the rest of the hair is probably still wet from the hair being washed.

The Free Lifes: Usually those that have never been outside the country, studied in a local college but have this impression of themselves as being better than everyone else. Wearing skinny jeans tucked into high heel knee-high boots and a skinny scarf wrapped around their necks despite the 40-plus degree weather because "it looks cool" and was in fact the exact same article in the "Look like a million dirhams for under DHS 250/-" section in the latest Dubai version of HELLO magazine. They are seen usually with a large group of drooling male specimens sitting in Starbucks outdoors since indoors is a no-smoking zone. They consider themselves open-minded because they smoke in public places. Conversation revolves around whose house they went to for an after-party last weekend. The travel to Dubai to shop one weekend a year and insist of referring to their items as "moo min hnee". All handbags are knockoffs.

The Self-Righteous Bitches: The ones that sit in Darcy's Kitchen on a Friday afternoon giving every other girl the dirty looks for being either not conservative enough or just for being married. When they go to the toilet in pairs and come back looking all fresh and smelling nice, you know that it was a cigerette break. Yet if a girl smokes in public you hear them gasping in shock horror at the nerve of the girl. Snippets of conversation overheard will include key works like "dawrooli rayil" or "bitroo7oon 3irs flana" or "inroo7 Noodle House??". Each drives a minimum OMR 30K car bought by Daddy Dearest and are also referred to as Poor Little Rich Girls.

The Unknowns: They appear once in a blue-moon, consist of a mixture of poofed up poodle lookalike and boyats. Usually all walking around City Centre holding a Caramel Frappacino a few days before eid and are then never EVER seen again anywhere public. Never refer to themselves in real names but all have conveniently easy nicknames such as Shushu and Dooni. Seem to have a constant evil stare yet are completely harmless.

The Girl Band: Minimum of four girls seen strutting their stuff at the latest hip hangout, wearing synchronised / colour co-ordinated outfits. You get a massive amount of fake giggles if you comment about the matching wardrobes and get a reply of "it was SUCH a coincidence". YEAH RIGHT!!! All of very similar taste, body and shoes sizes therefore if you see one and recognise the dress, DO NOT COMMENT.

The Normals: Completely harmless, have various different groups of friends and are very into themselves. Very selective about their friends and yet seem to have the hate of everyone. Carry designer handbags but treat them like shit. Very well-travelled and usually sport a very casual wardrobe from normal high street stores that are not available in Muscat cos they dont wanna be seen in similar outfits to other people. The frequent the same spots and will never be caught dead at the cinema.

The 3aneedas: There is only me.

Original post can be seen here