Nowhere are the signs of female oppression more obvious than during the summertime,
when the living ain't easy.
In my neighborhood of Brighton Beach, people appear in all manner of clothing.
Orthodox Jewish women doubly helmeted in a sheitel/turban combo
(and wearing the layered cake look.)
Their Muslim sisters appear in everything from full out burquas to niqabs to simple schmattes loosely tied around their heads.
I've seen these swaddled women sweltering on the beach, their huddled masses
yearning to breathe free. But I also take notice of other women in their bikinis and perfectly
hairless bodies, thanks to waxing and the waning of pubic hair. The only mammalian vestiges
are the cups runneth over with silicone and saline solutions.
Now I ask you, who's more oppressed - the buqua clad mothers frolicking with their kids in the
water or the overexposed bathing belle with her ex-boyfriend's name tramp stamped above her
derriere?
Nowhere are the signs of female oppression more obvious than during the summertime,
when the living ain't easy.
In my neighborhood of Brighton Beach, people appear in all manner of clothing.
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