No Women Allowed in Saudi Arabia Starbucks

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Quick! Look at this picture and tell us what is missing from this overly popular hangout?

You know, besides the tweed, waxed facial hair, and the random beatnik guitarist picking a Bob Dylan classic sung completely out of tune.

Women.

Think about it: When was the last time you went into a Starbucks searching for a Grande, Quad, Nonfat, One-Pump, No-Whip, Mocha, and didn’t see one woman? Even the cat lady who sits in the corner nibbling on a scone?

Never.

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