This is from an actual article by Tom Friedman:
When I was in Cairo during the Egyptian uprising, I wanted to change hotels one day to be closer to the action and called the Marriott to see if it had any openings. The young-sounding Egyptian woman who spoke with me from the reservations department offered me a room and then asked: “Do you have a corporate rate?” I said, “I don’t know. I work for The New York Times.” There was a silence on the phone for a few moments, and then she said: “ Can I ask you something?” Sure. “Are we going to be O.K.? I’m worried.”
http://blog.foreignpolicy.com/posts/2012/06/11/when_the_young_women_of_egypt_need_answers_they_turn_to_tom_friedman
Given Friedman's magnanimity, it's only logical to ask more questions:
Mr. Friedman, I’m about to marry my childhood sweetheart and couldn’t be happier. Any idea what color wedding dress will attract the fewest Predator drones?
- Amina, Wadpagga
http://friedmanforher.tumblr.com/
