I never really thought I'd like to live in Saudi Arabia. There was a time when it was possible I could have done so, back when I was working for Department of Defense contractors and was immersed in that peculiar subculture of traveling expats. After reading this article from an LA Times reporter who spent several years there, I'm doubly glad I never went.
In the depths of the robe, my posture suffered. I'd draw myself in and bumble along like those adolescent girls who seem to think they can roll their breasts back into their bodies if they curve their spines far enough. That was why, it hit me one day, I always seemed to come back from Saudi Arabia with a backache.The kingdom made me slouch.
That's the least of it. She relates anecdotes of her time there that make me think that place will never ever modernize and would prefer not to. Blech.
Posted by Linkmeister at June 6, 2007 12:33 PM | TrackBackPlus, now it turns out you can't even get away from the hurricanes in the Persian Gulf.
Posted by: Mac at June 6, 2007 03:35 PMYou know, I have to honestly say that there was a time I would have given anything to visit there. When I was a child, the Black Stallion books were an obsession for me. Then the movie came out and I went all nutty about it. Not only did I want to visit Saudi Arabia, I also desperately wanted to own a sword.
Admittedly, my obsession has since been quashed, as I am not nearly so keen on visiting totalitarian societies. Not that I really do any of the things that they restrict, I just have real issues with the notion of repression.
Posted by: DuWayne at June 7, 2007 06:52 AM