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...their veils." Saudi women typically don a billowy black cloak called an abaya, along with a black scarf and veil over the face; morality police enforce the dress code by striking errant women with sticks. The women of Iran and Sudan can expose the face but must cover the hair and the neck...
...Wall Street Journal's Tunku Varadarajan. In a column on female war correspondents, CNN's CHRISTIANE AMANPOUR is "second-rate," parachuting into war zones "kitted out in flak jackets"; MSNBC's ASHLEIGH BANFIELD is undergoing "a complex learning process" on air, starring in the story by dyeing her blond hair brown. "Despicable!" Banfield says, comparing talk of her looks and $400 titanium-framed glasses to how the Taliban treats Afghan women. At least when Dan Rather wrapped himself in mufti to report from Afghanistan, he only had to live down the nickname "Gunga...
...touch up their lipstick as they draw leers from the men stumbling by. Mai pulls out her bleating cell phone and checks the number on the screen. "My mom," she tells Rika, tucking the phone back in a Starbucks tote bag without answering. Rika nods. Mai tosses her long hair and declares: "Tonight's an all-nighter...
...like a fairy-tale castle. The last train to Yokohama, where her parents live, has long departed. The 17-year-old is wearing black fishnets under short shorts, her long legs tucked into incongruous combat boots. Harumi lights up a cigarette. With her pale skin, bad teeth and stringy hair, she suddenly appears much older. "Right now I don't have a lot of money," she says. "So I'm waiting for this guy I met. He said he'd get me work, introduce me to a store." Is it prostitution? She shifts her eyes away and says she doesn...
...Like pretty-boy Eiji, Hiroaki Shioya roams the streets looking for runaways, but for very different reasons: he's an officer in Tokyo's police youth-crimes unit. With his slicked-back hair and dark suit, Shioya blends in with the businessmen out for the night. But as he turns a corner, a clutch of men in garish jogging suits standing around a black Benz start murmuring. One of them begins to tail Shioya, mumbling into a cell phone. Shioya sighs. "All the Mob guys know my face around here," he says...