Chatting to a friend from the world of consultancy today, i mentioned how i wasn’t really doing any mid-eastern work any more. Too many places where my legal status would be very dubious…and just being me could have me in prison.
She observed, mostly in jest, that maybe i could get away with it if i opted for a burqa.
That opens a can of worms and a half…
Sure, there’s the auto-comic reflex…the very idea that i don one of those outfits. Like, hey: it’d be the ultimate in passing aid.
Followed by the more serious thought. Another of those things that (some) women must endure, and that feel very different when they cease to be an abstract intellectual debate and become a real possibility.
Like: there are places now where what i wear will be dictated absolutely by blokes. Oh.
That’s quite a jaw-dropping sort of feeling.