So dang cool, sitting there on the slope while the horses and riders thunder by, sticks at the flail, shouts and whacks and steamy hard breathing.
Plenty of women played, particularly significant to me having just finished the book ‘Reading Lolita in Tehran’.
It is a big deal that we challange those who hold a specific notion of a-woman’s-place… who says that They should know? I hope I remember to never ever underestimate the blinding compelling overwhelming need of fundamentalist-fanatics to boss me around.
And you know that God who is on our side/their side? The one they know so well? Who knows exactly how we should all behave in every single respect of our lives? He’s a mean scary guy.