
The formidable Margaret Thatcher once said that if you want something done, you should give it to a woman. I would argue that if you want something done in extreme heat, give it to a particular group of women who, each and every day, provide a tremendous testament to the adaptability and resilience of females.
Walking through Masjid Jamek, the oldest mosque in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia (a country that is approximately 60 percent Muslim), I had a tiny taste of what females of the Islamic faith do on a daily basis. It was a scorching 95 degrees and, in my borrowed navy blue polyester robe and orange headscarf, I wasn’t nearly as clothed as most women I see walking through the streets. However, I could hardly think of anything other than the relief of taking it off.
Read the rest of my reflections on wearing the veil at EcoSalon.

Not too long ago, I was hanging out in a London nightclub, beer in hand, friends in tow, talking to some British guy I hadn’t the faintest interest in. During a particularly agonizing bout of small talk, this gentleman asked me what I was doing in London. I told him I was writing for a magazine. He was confused.
“You’re too pretty to write for a magazine,” he said bluntly. “Shouldn’t you, like, be in one?”
I decided to spare him my familiar diatribe about how women can, in fact, have aspirations beyond being leered at. Instead, I sipped my beer and politely excused myself. I was in a club, after all—my career ambitions were not particularly relevant here.
A few weeks later, that changed. I unexpectedly lost the part-time weekend job that was keeping me afloat between low-paid freelance projects. With long-term travel planned for less than two months away, my prospects of securing a job I would actually want to keep were slim. So I went from spending the occasional Saturday night in a club by choice to working in one every weekend. Suddenly, I was no longer free to walk away from inane conversations with drunken men in dimly lit corners. Flirting with them was now my job.
When feminist journalist Gloria Steinem donned an electric blue satin bunny outfit to work in New York’s Playboy Club in 1963, she did it in the name of journalistic investigation. I wish I could say the same about my own stint working as eye candy. I did it to pay the rent.
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"She surprised me by confiding that one of the most blissful moments of her life had been when she was 21, driving down the highway in her VW Beetle, with nowhere to go except wherever she wanted to be. “I had my own car, my own job, all the clothes I wanted,” she remembered wistfully. Why couldn’t she have had more of that? "
— From Kate Bolick’s thoughtful, deeply personal, and nuanced Atlantic piece about changing attitudes towards marriage and her quest to find contentment as a single woman.