There I was, a lone woman in a sea of men, sitting in a café. We are all facing in the same direction, towards the street, sipping Moroccan mint tea from impossibly tiny cups, and watching the world go by. No one bothers me. No one stares at me. No one acknowledges me. It's a little weird. But I like it. Later in the day I ask, "Where are all the women?" My newly hired fixer seemed startled by my question. "The women are at home, where they belong." He lightly scoffs. Instantaneously, I feel my feminist dander skyrocket to a Def Com 5, but I keep my mouth shut. Right. I'm a worldly optimist that respects all religions, no matter how misogynistically f**ed up they may seem, don't engage, don't engage. I sit there in
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