The degree of modernity of a society is measured by the yardstick of freedom granted to its women. This is most obvious thing. What was not clear, for cons, it is from when apply the term "woman" to a female person. 15? 20 years? 25? 30? Who Knows. Why I ask this question might seem silly? Simply to better justify the questions that I had to ask after an enjoyable and painful to the time I experienced recently.
It is in my (bad?) Habits return once a week a friend with whom I share a few beers (5 or less). This summer has been elected as a place of reunion preferred a hotel in the northern suburb famous for its terrace or the breeze never fails and where one could enjoy the panoramic view before our eyes.
As in most hotel room, the hotel bar we decided to attend is distinguished by a consistent female assistance. All did not come to indulge in the pleasures of the unfathomable ale, but a good portion of these ladies came specifically to cool the throat and ideas with one or two mugs, and even more ... I must say that the scene no longer surprises and for a good long time is no longer the only sound that P ... sit down before a Celtia comforts of home waiting for a customer to drop their nets. The good ladies also came out of their "dens" and not hesitate to order more beer and enjoy the most natural. Recently
So with my partner, we headed to our weekly task. When we arrived, there was only one free table. As luck would have put us in front two scenes as improbable as one another.
Act 1:
our left there were a couple. The girl and the boy had to be at large 28 years max. The discussion was a little tense but neither one nor the other has raised his voice more than he should. The girl waved to the server. The server comes with three beers. He filed two before the girl and a boy before. Ten, fifteen minutes after Rebelote three beers, two for a girl for the boy. The ritual was repeated three times and it always gives the same two beers for a girl for the boy. Most surprising in all this is that the boy appeared at the end of alcoholic coma. The girl, she has kept all his sobriety and his dignity.
Act 2:
On our right there were 4 girls aged between 18 and 22 years. The atmosphere was festive. There is room and we laughed without restraint. They drank too. While they exchanged comments about pictures in posing their phones with one hand to another, I watched this "table" with a sense of amazement and satisfaction at a time. Surprised because it did ultimately that of girls. Satisfied because I admire the nerve of these girls. I enjoyed the spontaneity and simplicity with which they performed their act. There was their intention or of provocation or rebellion. They needed to get a "9a3da" between girls and it was done in the most natural.
And then suddenly I remembered that before being a "zabrat" I am a father of a 7 year old daughter. So I asked myself that my reaction will be if one day my own daughter would be in a situation like this? After some time of hesitation and reflection, and being a bit hedonistic, I I am determined that I never would prohibit my children what I would cheerfully.
That would be my final decision. Except that at some point in the evening the discussion in the next table took one look at unpleasant. Our four "merry men" approached the subject of back home. That is we have learned that my friend and I drank the one that was less than that and that would lead, not to fix things, she had to type more than sixty miles to return home (our friends of the evening came from another city Tunis). The idea I did not like at all. I wanted to propose to accompany each one to his home, but I hesitated for several reasons. They are gone and I was like an idiot. I spent one of my worst nights. I told myself that I would like to death while the rest of my life if he came any unhappiness with these girls I've already passed ... Shamefully, I spent the next few days to carefully scrutinize the obituary pages . Now that more than a week to spend on this and that newspapers have not macabre exacerbated my thoughts I feel a little relieved. However, I took a second resolution to leave my children to leave the choice to drink or not, they would do in my presence or instructing me to move. End of story.
It is in my (bad?) Habits return once a week a friend with whom I share a few beers (5 or less). This summer has been elected as a place of reunion preferred a hotel in the northern suburb famous for its terrace or the breeze never fails and where one could enjoy the panoramic view before our eyes.
As in most hotel room, the hotel bar we decided to attend is distinguished by a consistent female assistance. All did not come to indulge in the pleasures of the unfathomable ale, but a good portion of these ladies came specifically to cool the throat and ideas with one or two mugs, and even more ... I must say that the scene no longer surprises and for a good long time is no longer the only sound that P ... sit down before a Celtia comforts of home waiting for a customer to drop their nets. The good ladies also came out of their "dens" and not hesitate to order more beer and enjoy the most natural. Recently
So with my partner, we headed to our weekly task. When we arrived, there was only one free table. As luck would have put us in front two scenes as improbable as one another.
Act 1:
our left there were a couple. The girl and the boy had to be at large 28 years max. The discussion was a little tense but neither one nor the other has raised his voice more than he should. The girl waved to the server. The server comes with three beers. He filed two before the girl and a boy before. Ten, fifteen minutes after Rebelote three beers, two for a girl for the boy. The ritual was repeated three times and it always gives the same two beers for a girl for the boy. Most surprising in all this is that the boy appeared at the end of alcoholic coma. The girl, she has kept all his sobriety and his dignity.
Act 2:
On our right there were 4 girls aged between 18 and 22 years. The atmosphere was festive. There is room and we laughed without restraint. They drank too. While they exchanged comments about pictures in posing their phones with one hand to another, I watched this "table" with a sense of amazement and satisfaction at a time. Surprised because it did ultimately that of girls. Satisfied because I admire the nerve of these girls. I enjoyed the spontaneity and simplicity with which they performed their act. There was their intention or of provocation or rebellion. They needed to get a "9a3da" between girls and it was done in the most natural.
And then suddenly I remembered that before being a "zabrat" I am a father of a 7 year old daughter. So I asked myself that my reaction will be if one day my own daughter would be in a situation like this? After some time of hesitation and reflection, and being a bit hedonistic, I I am determined that I never would prohibit my children what I would cheerfully.
That would be my final decision. Except that at some point in the evening the discussion in the next table took one look at unpleasant. Our four "merry men" approached the subject of back home. That is we have learned that my friend and I drank the one that was less than that and that would lead, not to fix things, she had to type more than sixty miles to return home (our friends of the evening came from another city Tunis). The idea I did not like at all. I wanted to propose to accompany each one to his home, but I hesitated for several reasons. They are gone and I was like an idiot. I spent one of my worst nights. I told myself that I would like to death while the rest of my life if he came any unhappiness with these girls I've already passed ... Shamefully, I spent the next few days to carefully scrutinize the obituary pages . Now that more than a week to spend on this and that newspapers have not macabre exacerbated my thoughts I feel a little relieved. However, I took a second resolution to leave my children to leave the choice to drink or not, they would do in my presence or instructing me to move. End of story.
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