Waiting for the 6 train, I began idly scanning magazines lining the walls of the subterranean snack kiosk. Some had been there for a fluorescent-aged eternity, others were the latest edition. However, quite a number of them had post-it notes stuck to them. At first I assumed this was a way to mark certain months or editions. Then I noticed their placement:
Yep. They were chastity post-its, covering up scandalous cleavage so the eye wouldn’t commit the sin of oggling. Apparently this goes for cleavage of all kinds.
I’m assuming this has something to do with Islamic law, as more intensive versions of censorship have come to light, most hilariously the Photoshopped covers of Mariah Carey albums sold in Saudi Arabia. What I’m still unsure of is whether the cover-up was for the sake of the kiosk operators or us, the gullible masses. Whoever’s eyes were to be averted, there were some major quality control issues going on. Trina’s ass is too much, but Katy Perry’s boobs get a free pass? What are your parameters?!
