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 | TrackBack