Regular readers of this blog know that public nudity has been an ongoing theme. So it should come as no surprise that I was shirtless as I rode my bike today, due in no small part to the temperature, which reached a sauna-like three digits.
So I'm passing this bus stop and I see a Muslim woman completely covered with clothes--the head scarf, the long sleeve dress, a shawl--and I suddenly become aware of my naked torso. I mean, she's all covered up due to modesty, right? So, rather than say "hi," which is my custom when cycling, I avoid eye contact so as not to embarrass her. Y'know, because I'm thoughtful like that.
But just as I pass, she shouts, "Look-ing goooood."
That's right, I got cat-called by a Muslim woman.
I didn't know they were allowed to do that.
Also from the Department of I Shit You Not is Islamo-Barbie.
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