I was mildly startled to learn that the ever-practical shemagh apparently has become the latest haute couture for fashion trend-setters.
You know, I kind of figured that the Squeals and the Fakers would have adopted the uber-tactical shemagh first, but apparently Paris, New York and Hollywood beat them to it.
For those of you who may not be up on commando or Middle Eastern wear, the shemagh is a square of two-colour cotton cloth running just shy of four feet to a side.
The SAS has been wearing them since WWII, and our boys -n- girls on the ground in Afghanistan and Iraq are learning just how handy this piece of gear is.
Since us boys inherited Mom's pale skin, light eyes and red hair (hell, vampires think we got a raw deal when is comes to harsh sunlight) whenever Dad was assigned to a desert contract, extended visits away from the shelter of buildings always involved carrying at least one of these scarves each -- just in case.
When I hit my teenage years, I was fascinated to discover that if I wore a fully-wrapped shemagh, aviator glasses and gloves, when I walked through a souq (market), people acted radically different around me than when I walked through as an obvious Westerner.
I had known that they would, of course, I just hadn't realized how extensive the difference would be. Fun days.
Right now, I probably have half-a-dozen (or more) of these scarves around the house and vehicles.
And now, the fashionistas have adopted it -- only they're calling it a keffiyah -- and I get the feeling they're wearing them more as a political statement than because of utility and comfort. Something about them expressing solidarity with Palestine and Iraq.
Should I break the news to them that they're also expressing solidarity with the British SAS, who started wearing the shemagh in WWII -- five or so years before there was an Israel for the Palestinians to get their knickers in a knot over -- or that they're expressing solidarity with the troopies on the dirt in the Middle East (who are finding the shemagh just as handy now as I found it during my stays in the same region Many Moons Ago)?
Nah. Let the moonbats have their illusions. The Real World is going to shatter those illusions sooner-or-later, and who am I to get in the way?