I admit it. Every time I see a guy in a gorilla suit walking down the street I usually cross over to the other side of the street unless I recognize him (her). I don’t know many guys who wear gorilla suits in public so I’d know. It’s part of my social contract.
I’m a pretty liberal guy. I don’t get bothered by guys who dress up as girls or vice-versa. What ever floats your boat, I always say. Nevertheless, If I’m waiting to cash a check and someone in a bunny suit gets in line behind me I’ll step out of line for a while. I’m from NYC and can be pretty blasé about a lot of stuff.
One of the things that allows me to be blasé is my ability to size things up. I stopped for gas at a station in Arizona, for instance, and a guy on a Harley pulled with a .45 strapped to his leg. I knew this was possible in Arizona, though not often seen in downtown Phoenix, so I chilled, paid for my gas and left. You see, I could look at the guys eyes, judge his bearing, and act in my own interest.
Lots of states have laws against wearing disguises in public if it’s not Christmas, or Halloween or gay pride day. It’s just not customary to wear a mask in the US. We like to be in control of some part of our lives and being able to spot the oddball in a sea of normies is part of daily survival.
So let the rest of us not have an adrenaline rush when you show up with a bulge under the hijab where no organ should be.
In America covering ones face in the normal course of business will bring the (mis)understanding that you don’t want to be a part of American society, and more, that you may be hostile to the culture.