Marjan Satrapi can go fuck herself. the only remotely interesting thing about Persepolis was its art style which had literally nothing to do with her. i know her type, i personally know a couple of people like this. fundamentally talentless and Gharbzadeh (western struck) people that yearn to live in white people's countries. constantly trying and making yourself miserable, subjecting yourself to brutal conditions and all sorts of illegality, just so you can feel like you're living in the right place. it doesn't matter how much your life fucking sucks, getting trafficked, becoming homeless, having no friends nor family, without a stable income and proper meals, and yet it's somehow "better", more "free" than us unwashed masses back home can understand.

the only way for her to live properly without any discernable skill was to sell out. from her wikipedia page:

They arranged for her to live with a family friend, Zozo, to study abroad, and in 1983, at age 14, she arrived in Vienna, Austria, to attend the Lycée Français de Vienne. She stayed in Vienna through her secondary school years, often moving from one residence to another as situations changed, and sometimes stayed at friends' homes. Eventually, she was homeless and lived on the streets for three months, until she was hospitalized for an almost deadly bout of bronchitis.

this is eerily similar to some people's story that i know. it's just sad.