“…Squatting next to me is my burka. It looks so innocuous: just a few yards of black fabric. But, my goodness, how oppressive it is, how suffocating, how transforming. Moved by the plight of Lubna Hussein, a Sudanese woman who faces 40 lashes for wearing trousers in public, I decided to spend a week enveloped in what she should have been wearing. Out shopping one day, I caught sight of myself in a … store window. Instead of me staring back, I saw a dark, depressed alien. A smudge. A nothing.” Read article here.
Full Metal Cynic
What your mom never told you about life: either the glass is half full of piss or it is half empty of piss.
Please do not feed
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