Here’s a doozy of a quote from a review of ‘Sex and the Citadel,’ a careful study on sexual relations in Muslim societies, with particular emphasis on Egypt, Tunisia, Lebanon, Morocco and the United Arab Emirates, by Shereen El Feki:
The rules governing marriage in Islamic countries seem to give great advantages to men. A man can strike up a temporary marriage with a women with whom he wants to have sex, then say, ‘I divorce you!’ three times and have it be all over.
It also said that Muslim men in the Middle East are obsessed with sodomy because their culture places a premium on virgin brides.
Do you suppose any of that is true? Can it be verified? If it’s so, what a demented society. I can’t believe some of those guys are our allies. It’s lucky for them we need their oil or we’d wag our index finger and give them the same human rights lecture we give to China and Russia. And don’t tell me not to judge their culture. I’ll judge whomever I choose and call bullshit when I see fit.
It’s back to dining al freaso on 9th Avenue in the theater district. I walked past this last night and it was like seeing an old friend. Doesn’t that look inviting? Take a seat and enjoy dinner + a show.
Suddenly, alternative modes of transportation appear in Central Park.
Springtime brings the swallows back to San Juan, Capistrano. Here in Manhattan, we have the reappearance of these:
Accept no imitation or substitute. I impulse-purchased my first cone yesterday on my way back from a lunchtime read in Central Park. The official end of winter.
But mostly—and this is what sunny Southern California doesn’t get—surviving the winter and walking out into that first balmy breeze feels like this:
Coco’s righteous indignation that a car has the audacity to drive past her window pooch perch.