I've never really had much concern over what a foreign nation tells tourists what they can and cannot do. If those rules are really so bothersome then don't go. I don't go to a friend's house and then start making a big deal out of it if he tells me 'no shoes in the house.' I just take my shoes off. And if it's REALLY bad, then I don't go to his house.
I mean, yeah, maybe it seems like the rules are too overbearing to foreigners, but honestly, I've never understood the point of complaining about stale popcorn at a grindhouse theatre, you know? By which I mean; what do you expect? A muslim-dominated nation that revels in throngs of curvaceous desert flowers decked out in nothing but gold and silver slingkinis wandering around?
Sadly, no. Which is a shame. I've seen quite a few absolutely stunning middle-eastern women who dressed in the fashions that the culture demands. Natural-born works of art, never allowed to be more than glimpsed, never allowed to be appreciated by those with an appreciation for beauty.
If the female body is really so offensive to them...well, then, ladies...go to France. They have nude beaches. And if you see some dude dressed in black satins, velvets, and fishnets clinging to the most sun-deprived shadows he can find while still trying to stay within viewing distance...
...Well, come over and shove those puppies in my face. After all, I am taking on the noble task of appreciating all that T&A that the dudes in the middle east, for some bizarre reason, refuse to. Someone's gotta do it.
I mean, yeah, maybe it seems like the rules are too overbearing to foreigners, but honestly, I've never understood the point of complaining about stale popcorn at a grindhouse theatre, you know? By which I mean; what do you expect? A muslim-dominated nation that revels in throngs of curvaceous desert flowers decked out in nothing but gold and silver slingkinis wandering around?
Sadly, no. Which is a shame. I've seen quite a few absolutely stunning middle-eastern women who dressed in the fashions that the culture demands. Natural-born works of art, never allowed to be more than glimpsed, never allowed to be appreciated by those with an appreciation for beauty.
If the female body is really so offensive to them...well, then, ladies...go to France. They have nude beaches. And if you see some dude dressed in black satins, velvets, and fishnets clinging to the most sun-deprived shadows he can find while still trying to stay within viewing distance...
...Well, come over and shove those puppies in my face. After all, I am taking on the noble task of appreciating all that T&A that the dudes in the middle east, for some bizarre reason, refuse to. Someone's gotta do it.
