Consider this Reason Number 3,999,999,999 that Deborah is grateful for the moderately-modern
mindset of the society in which we live here in the West. Not that I'd
be embarrassed to buy undies from a guy, mind you--I'd probably enjoy
watching him squirm at whatever extremely naughty jokes I'd made a
point of telling him--but I would
feel an ongoing need to loudly protest the fact that our Saudi sisters
not only are prohibited from driving a car, but can't even turn to a
lady bra-fitter to help them when they're seeking comfort and support
for The Girls, because their law apparently says only men can be lady bra-fitters. Or store clerks or car-drivers. Or something.
Oh dear. I am imagining a loudly-protesting Me, standing in a lingerie store in Saudi Arabia, assuredly not wearing the forty yards of black wool draping they like to throw all over our Evil Temptress Female bodies, and if it's hot outside (!), probably sporting bare legs, bare arms, and at least one wayward bra strap.
Wait! Wait! I want my lawyer! I want my gift-with-purchase teddy bear! I promise not to name it Mohammed!
