Thursday, 19 May 2016

Heels and hijabs

I'm a male. So I don't understand women. I know a few, but I always feel that I only know them very superficially.

For example, high heels.

I can't imagine what it must be like to wear high heels all day long - or even for a short time. I couldn't walk in heels, I'd barely be able to totter. And now there's a controversy about some women being forced to wear high heels for their jobs, which is obviously wrong, but I'd like to look at this more - many women wear high heels voluntarily. And I know they don't like it, or at least, I hear them complaining about how their feet, calves and legs hurt. But ... if a woman wants to wear something really stupid, that's her choice.

I'm reminded of hijabs and burkas. Some women wear them voluntarily, and vociferously defend their right to, and explain how they feel better dressed thusly.

Like I said, I don't understand women, and just as I don't understand the desire to wear an instrument of torture on your foot, I don't understand the wish to allow the outside world to see no more than a pair of eyes.

But it does seem to me as if there's an element of symmetry here.

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