AUSSIE THOUGHTS,.. Diane T'blue: The Burqa

Sunday, February 13, 2011

The Burqa

Let me get this off my chest first,......Get over yourself woman, who gives a flying frig what colour your hair is or if it is short and curly

       Going into the reasons as to how the burqa subjugates women, the oppression of it all and the ideological reasons of how and why the burqa sucks I will not venture into, I will leave that up to the experts. I will not talk about culture clashes or how the burqa is some sort of backward throwback from centuries past.
        I will talk of when my eyes glace towards a woman dressed in the black sheet garb and how an immediate knot forms in my stomach and the hairs on the back of my neck (back of my neck I said, not back!) stand on end. I shudder and have flashbacks to a bygone time of social settings that often had more than one instance of awkward moments and prolonged silences. May as well be stark naked, standing there in the nuddie. Both to me seem abnormal.
           Whether you belong to a nudist colony or run around naked at home when you go outside into the public arena you wear clothes. Clothes have been around since Adam and Eve wore fig leaves, they are there to cover our private parts, our boobies and our fannies, clothes are made to keep us warm in Winter and clothes can be modified for Summer. Clothes add a special something to us all. It defines our personality, it gives others an indication of who we are, an addition to our identity. Our individuality comes from the clothes we wear, the colours, the shapes, symbols, accessories and jewellery we add to them. I see none of this with women who wear the burqa. They are not individual, they are all drab and robotic, they do not exude happiness, they invoke in me a feeling of unhappiness and that unhappiness stems from a knowledge that without intervention by the powers that be our Western Nations will engulfed with this death outfit, this morbid rag, this faceless silhouette.
        Smack bang in the middle of that silhouette we see what?, nothing. Where is the face on a burqa clad woman, and is it a woman under there, it could be a monkey or a pogo-stick under there, could be a bloke or a eunuch even a coffin or a donkey could hide under one. For even though it is our clothes that define us it is our face that tells you what we are thinking and feeling. We look into peoples eyes and we see tears of joy and of sadness, we see smiles and frowns on those faces, ...we see people and each and every one is unique. Eye contact and facial expressions are of importance in how we relate to others while conversing and even in how we initially warm up to strangers..
Like it or not first impressions count and a large proportion of those impressions come from the face. Next time a child draws a picture look to see how the head and face are usually the main focal point, our brains are wired to remember faces they are not wired to play silly buggers and guessing games of what lurks beneath a black sheet.
         I cannot see any rational reasoning as to why these women persist in wearing it in our countries, a large percentage of them come from countries where they scream persecution and want freedoms that the West espouses and then when they get here they persist in bringing their old ways and code of dress with them, I find this very hypercritical and in some ways a big fat slap in the face to us. Maybe it is my upbringing but the only women I would see with hair covered and dressed modestly was the Sisters, the Nuns, and they to me were women devoted to God, not women devoted to covering up because they think that any man that dares to look at their fat ankles or hairy chin with be immediately unable to control the passion that the sight of her would arouse.
           Those of us who do not abide with these anal retentive dress codes are made to feel like sluts, no, not directly but the subtle insinuation that those of us who dress for the seasons and embrace the suns rays on our shoulders and enjoy wearing cool cotton dresses in Summer are the incarnate of some evil female seductress. There is a silent moral condemnation of women who do not wear the garb. It says a lot for the men of islam also, can't they control their urges.

Oxy Moron?,.... not what I had in mind

I will finish here and wish the burqa clad women all the best and I am sure that if I could see your face you would be just like any other Muddle Eastern, North African or Asian woman I have seen, perhaps a little paler than most and in need of some sun rays but just your average run of the mill sheila nevertheless. Oh, and by the way don't forget you may need a dose or supplement of Vitamin D at some time, sun is actually good for you....Everything is fine in moderation!
P.S. I seriously doubt that the fires of hell will burn with more ferocity than ever before if I continue to dress in an appropriate manner for the climate and seasons.