Playgroups and Non-playing Ladies
On the way to Edmonton, yth recounted the events of the day. She'd taken The Creature to three different play groups, to try them out. One of them was a Bengali one - we live in a predominantly Islamic area. We never actually interact with the muslims, however, a fact I consider wrong and a little sad - how can a society function when there are whole sections cordoned off from the rest like that?
Anyway, Yth, being a would-be (eh?) documentary maker, is always willing to talk to strangers and listen to their stories, and started chatting to the ladies in question. One of them was moaning about wanting to lose weight, as ladies do.
"I need to start going to the gym again. It's hard, though, there's only one women-only session per week at the local gym, and I can't make it"
"Can you not just cover your head with a head scarf and go to a normal session?"
"No, we are not allowed to be in the same room with men in vests"
"can you not just do a bit of jogging in the park then?"
"but we need to be covered"
"can you not just wear some shapeless trousers, that's what Malay women do?"
"no, it's got to be the full hijab. you can't really run with one of those"
I understand the deal with modesty - and watching those binge drinking "documentaries" British TV is awash with, I sometimes wonder whether they don't have a point. But that is not modesty, that is being subservient - which, funnily enough, is the meaning of the word 'Islam'. It only seems to work for women though. Or maybe it just depends on the interpretation, Syrian, Kurdish and Lebanese women have more personal freedom than Bangladeshi women, who may not be able to run in the park, but at least don't get their clit chopped off. Nor do they get tortured and burned as witches, as our ancestors used to do.
When we finally made it back home, the proud owners of a book shelf, a high chair, and various items of tat, there was a prostitute plying her trade just in front of our house. Normally the hookers work a bit further up the road, all the way from around the corner of my house to the hospital where The Creature was born (what a thought). There must have been extra demand that night. Anyway, we were obviously bad for business unloading the car with a baby and all that, so the lady of the night got on the phone to her pimp and asked for instructions. She must not have liked what he said, because she started shouting at the phone. But a whore must always do what her pimps tells her to, so she stormed off passed us.
Not very fast though, because of her high heels.
After unloading everything we started watching the next instalment in our dystopian movies series: Æon Flux (the animation, not the crap movie). With a dominatrix as main character, it's sooooo goth it hurts. Style wise, it's Egon Schiele meets Hanna-Barbera, which is sometimes odd. It's got some great ideas in it, I love the whole vibrating men business. I haven't seen it all yet, but it's intriguing.
It's all about the ladies
As we were watching the main lady tying up a man before inflicting some pain to him, it occurred to us how bizarre it all was. Here we were, watching some male's fantasy of a dominating woman who leaps across buildings, while downstairs there was a lady who had to stand where her male owner told her in order to have sex with strangers and bring him money. She can't walk very fast because of the high heel shoes she's got to wear. In the houses just behind her some good muslim families, where the men decide where the women may or may not go, and what outfit they have to wear. They also cannot walk very fast, because of the modest clothes they have to wear.And here it is, warts and all
A long diary, but I have no time to edit it down or even check it for errors. Have a good day.P.S.
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