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Ban the Burka!

                          

This is a guest post from The Urban Blabbermouth.Comments are welcome.
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The other day, I walked past a woman wearing a Burka.  All covered up except for a small meshed slit for the eyes. I could not see anything of her but the long black robes. I got to wondering...

Just what exactly is hidden here?
Does she wear make-up?
Does she have those really long eyelashes and is batting them flirtatiously at me?
Have I just walked past the most beautiful woman in the world?
Is she more  beautiful than the supermodels, so beautiful that I would be frozen there and  mesmerized?
Does she have shoes or does she just float above the ground?
Are the shoes Jimmy Choo's?

And what's she is wearing under that Burka?
A Super Girl heroine costume?
Western civilization blue jeans?
A red sequined gown suitable for a Red Carpet?
A frilly Victoria's Secret Push-up Wonder with matching thong?
Or ...nothing?

Ohhh, the temptation!  The Burka must be banned.

Comments

the Urban Blabbermouth said…
The western civilization counterpart to the Burka is not so must a style as a material: spandex. Spandex shows the body's form while the Burka tries to hide it. If my thoughts on spandex ever coalesce in my head, I would write something entitled, "My daily dose of Camel Toe."

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