How i learned to stop worrying and love sexism

I have been watching with rapt attention the events of the past week occurring in Iran. At a time, when i am often pessimistic about society, especially in the US, Iran's protest movement provides a ray of warm sunlight through my otherwise cold and dreary conception of humanity. I find in it a glimmer of the nobility of which humanity is capable, even against a backdrop of the dark blemishes to which we are all heirs.

So i watch with admiration as they stand up, these vibrant, learnèd, politically-engaged...intelligent...hot Persian women, i mean, O. M. G., have you seen some of these pictures?

Quit making 'oinking' noises, i'm trying to talk here.


So, i figure that sooner or later there will be some sort of twitter dating service or something, and i'm working on my personal ad to get ready.

Now, i've changed it a bit for the audience, and in deference to the more traditional culture of Iran, i've removed the picture of my engorged genitalia that i usually use for my Craigslist ads, (perhaps you've seen them: "Hot Lover 4 U 2 Nite" and "Curious in Connecticut").

About: Fun, young male, gainfully employed professional, good with children.  Knows the difference between Arabs and Persians. Thinks kababs are a pretty cool idea.
Likes: Enjoys long walks on the beach, religious syncretism, scarves.
Dislikes: Ties, beatings, secret police, foreign women leaving when they realize there are much more attractive guys than me in the States.
Looking for: Hot Persian lady pref. with background in science or the arts who wants to experience the world.

Can anyone give me tips on sprucing it up and translating it into Farsi?

PS. don't make me do my holocaust routine...you don't want to see me when i do my holocaust routine....[Cue Incredible Hulk TV end theme].

PPS. For a less offensive post on the issue see previous entry.