:: Monday, 27 February 2006 ::
What is not to be confronted by when a woman, usually short, wanders into your line of sight or, worse, your actual midst, wearing a veil, a hijab, a jilbab, an abya, a burka or some frickin' Ayatollah-inspired combo of the worst of the foregoing? And let us not forget the shapeless thick wool coat of virtue.
Natch, you gonna be confronted. Who would not be, when all of a sudden you find yourself in the presence of some shortarse wog (usually) who is in essence sartorially screaming "godless sluuttt!" at you, cos you are, ya know, like normally dressed and your hair can be seen....maybe even touched.
O. Mo. Go. Burn me at the stake for a witch.
The politesse and learned tones of BYF are on the money but I, being a wog, lack his grace. Whatever. We are of like mind.
:: WB 3:59 am [link+] ::