Who are you to judge?
An interesting sociological phenomenon detailed on Ynet.
When it comes to women's modesty and laws of gender separation, many of my progressive brethren (and sistren) react with a "mixture of pity and contempt". On the one hand, the covered woman "must be" uncomfortable wearing "so many" layers of clothing. On the other hand, they "must be" victims of an oppressive patriarchal society dictating how they can and can not dress. The tznua/modest woman is often forced to justify herself on two levels: "yes I am comfortable" and "yes I am dressing this way voluntarily."
A piece on Ynet sparked my interest with regard to this:
She was walking in front of me in a crowded Jaffa street, covered in black from head to toe: Shoes, socks, pants, a long dress on top, gloves (!) and of course – a veil, which revealed only a pair of black eyes.
It was steaming hot outside – over 30 degrees Celsius and terribly humid, and I immediately felt sorry for the poor woman. How hot she must be, I thought, how sweaty, how miserable it was to go through the scalding Mediterranean summer like this. And then feminist thoughts began running through my head – "How can women be oppressed this way? What a humiliation! Why doesn't she rebel against this? What a pity she's unaware of all the things she is missing out on in the world," etc. I practically couldn't take my eyes off of her.
Unfortunately this is the attitude many people take towards niqabi women. They must be stifled, and stifling, in those oh-so-hot and oh-so-oppressive veils. But then, for columnist Efrat Shapira-Rosenberg, came the flipside.
While I was busy with my progressive thoughts, I noticed that the girl walking beside me was staring at me, and I was mortified when I recognized the look in her eyes. She was looking at me in the same way I was looking at the woman in front of me. Over 30 degrees Celsius and terribly humid, she was wearing shorts and a tank top, while I was wearing a head scarf, two shirts worn one on top of the other in order to cover my arms, a long (and hot) jeans skirt, etc."How hot she must be," she was probably thinking, "How sweaty she must be, how miserable it is to go through the Mediterranean summer like this…" and this is before feminist thoughts began running through her head - "How can women be oppressed this way? What a humiliation! Why doesn't she rebel against this? What a pity she's unaware of all the things she is missing out on in the world." She practically could not take her eyes off of me.
I'm going to go a bit further than Ms. Shapira-Rosenberg.

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