There is quite a big debate these days, over in Europe, about whether or not Muslim women ought to be allowed to wear "burkinis" -- bathing suits that fully cover the skin and hair of the Muslim women who choose to wear them.
I scuba dive, sometimes do a shore dive, means I have to walk across the beach in a wet suit, which covers all of me, except for my hands, feet, face and hair.
And anyway, why do people get so exercised over what other people wear? I'd like to see a photo of this beeyotch. I'll bet she's a regular fashion plate, her own self.
Personally, I've always hated shaking hands. So happy that here in Japan we can bow instead of shaking hands to see who has the most sweaty, sticky, bone-crushing grip.
This is just my experience (of course), but I find that the burkini offers me freedom in lots of ways, both practical and emotional. For example, I don't give a shit about getting a "bikini body," or cellulite, or the size of my thighs. I'm also protected from sun, insects, windburn, and all sorts of things. It's actually quite comfortable.
It's all about an assumed and unexamined correlation between freedom and nudity, which is actually a little weird when you think about it. Like, lumberjacks don't wear hot pants in the woods, and no one is worried about their freedom.
(N.B. In case anyone is wondering, OF COURSE I also support, unconditionally, a woman's right to be as naked as she damn well pleases.)
I have two words for this idiot.
Wet. Suit.
I scuba dive, sometimes do a shore dive, means I have to walk across the beach in a wet suit, which covers all of me, except for my hands, feet, face and hair.
And anyway, why do people get so exercised over what other people wear? I'd like to see a photo of this beeyotch. I'll bet she's a regular fashion plate, her own self.
There are so many other things in the world that are things. This is a non-thing. I go to the beach to relax, not get my panties in a bunch.
Personally, I've always hated shaking hands. So happy that here in Japan we can bow instead of shaking hands to see who has the most sweaty, sticky, bone-crushing grip.
Thank you, Kirsten! I knew that if I posted my ? on here, some Wonker would know the answer.
Dawkins is a fucking tool.
Yes, he is. He's also proof that being an atheist is no guarantee against being a bigot, a shithead, a sexist, or a fucking moron.
Rashguard shirts for the win! Also, wetsuits. And hats. I'd rather save myself from a really painful sunburn, thanks.
Oh dude, I am TOTALLY making a burkini out of knives.
COME AT ME, BRO.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew.
This is just my experience (of course), but I find that the burkini offers me freedom in lots of ways, both practical and emotional. For example, I don't give a shit about getting a "bikini body," or cellulite, or the size of my thighs. I'm also protected from sun, insects, windburn, and all sorts of things. It's actually quite comfortable.
It's all about an assumed and unexamined correlation between freedom and nudity, which is actually a little weird when you think about it. Like, lumberjacks don't wear hot pants in the woods, and no one is worried about their freedom.
(N.B. In case anyone is wondering, OF COURSE I also support, unconditionally, a woman's right to be as naked as she damn well pleases.)
Lots of Muslims don't believe women should cover their hair. It's not a universal rule.
SOMEONE CALL M. NIGHT SHYAMALAN!
That's true. I was giving quickie history to apologists who want to put a spiritual gloss on certain aspects of patriarchal religions.
I had one like that when I was a kid!
If you make a hybrid, it could be a bifur-kini.
I'd prefer one one made of words. You know, a Lingu-ini.