Irony

I went to the gynecologist office and sat in a waiting room full of Muslim women dressed head to toe in Burkas.  Isn't that funny?  These are the same women who come from a culture where they are required to hide their identity behind dark clothing everywhere they go.  So apparently, I soon came to realize, that the only time they are allowed reveal themselves is spread eagle in a stirrup of a male gynecologist's chair.

 I wonder what this must feel like for them.  Is it awkward?  Are they uncomfortable? And why aren't they being accompanied by their husbands? 

Dot.dot.dot.  Definitely one of the most iconic experiences I've had in Israel.