Best Beloved use to work in Saudi Arabia, and she picked up one of these nifty little numbers for getting about in public.
It's astonishing. The woman you love is standing a few feet away from you and her identity has vanished, subsumed into a surprisingly light and airy black cloak. (Well, it felt light and airy to me, but she said she was sweltering even under the lights in our room.) She has been erased.
If I can use the language of one religion to describe another, it's been an epiphany. And not a nice one.
On the plus side, ninja-wifery can only be a good thing.
ReplyDeleteYeah, that is a little creepy. I'd hate to have to hide myself completely. But as some wise dude once said, the problem isn't in what women wear but in what men think.
That was a wise dude indeed.
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