Border's Bookstore Burka Babe?

Ok, so yesterday I spent a little time by myself in Border's bookstore. In comes a woman, dressed head to toe in an all black burka. It's 80 degrees outside, so of course she got stares and it's a burka for God's sake! Nothing visible except her eyes and shoes. And guess what kind of shoes she was wearing? Hint: the name of this blog? That's right girls-HEELS! Now is it just me, or is this a serious oxymoron? Heels represent sexiness, freedom of expression (something her culture obviously frowns upon, hence the grim reaper look) and are the epitome of womanhood. Mixed message martini anyone?

Well it got me to thinking. I so love other cultures, traveling to far away places and God (the one I worship), knows that I would never tell someone who or what to believe in. So after sitting there a little befuddled, in comes her plainly dressed husband; who seemed to really adore his wife! Was I missing the bigger picture? Did he so revere his wife, that he didn't want any other eyes to see what he gets to hit? And maybe underneath that burka, is a woman fully aware and in charge of her sexuality, with a kick-ass body to match! Could she be wearing revealing sexy lingerie like Lil Kim is in the pic featured? (Yeah, I was shocked too that it was Lil' ole Kim. Weird, when she covers half her face, her otherwise dreadful nips and tucks don't seem so bad.) Or maybe underneath her burka, is a woman who bears the scares of pregnancy (stretchmarks and newly elongated breasts)? You don't have to wear a burka to cover those trademarks of birth-trust me. Plenty of women around the world do this on a daily basis-we just choose to hide them underneath a t-shirt and jeans.

I finally concluded, we all cover ourselves in some fashion. Whether it's by wearing burkas, baggy clothes, extra fat, make-up or wigs. And if we really wanted to get deep, going past the epidermis level of our skins, aren't we all covering up hurt feelings, past pains, insecurities and saddest of all- sometimes who we really are? I can no longer judge the woman wearing the burka, than I can the woman who has her cleavage on display. Who's to say, maybe the woman wearing the burka is a bigger freak than the woman with her breasts hanging out! But as I continued to ponder, burka lady's husband comes back (yeah he had left), with coffee for his wife. Burkas or a damn bikini with heels, the way he just looked at her (ah, the revelry and chivalry), what any girl needs, is a an amazing pair of heels to wear at anytime with any outfit and a Paul Revere all the time!