Right. But so has everybody else. At least, with regards to their own dollies. Or other people's, if you're a woman.
Economic realities have meant that Western blokes are no longer in a position to prescribe what their women wear. At least, not nearly so directly as the Islamists do and this makes us jealous and resentful. We must sneak around the question and do it in other, more subtle, sublime ways. Saying "Yeah, but ..terrorism!" is merely the latest McGuffin, so far as the Fems are concerned.
Men and women, both, may feel the burqa is an excellent idea actually. The girls because it reduces, or at least levels, the competition, and boys because they feel strongly that the skirts their wives wear to work are about two feet too short and is having so much cleavage on show really suitable business attire anyway. But they'll be damned if they say so (if every woman in *their* workplace started wearing the burqa, men working-from-home would become de rigeur and universal overnight). But also and by the same token, they may both be against it. An attractive woman may not *want* to cover up and would rather take her chances; a man wants to be seen to have an attractive partner.
Which is why multi-culturalism was invented, I suppose. Simplifying the whole business by introducing, as it did, lots of foreign and above all cheap and available, fanny, which, completely coincidentally, of course, happened to be expected to go about in various states of exotic undress. Purely in the interests of celebrating ethnicity, you understand and which also had the happy consequence of forcing every other woman to up their game.
Ultimately, whether it is Bavarian barmaids, Turkish belly-dancers, Ipi Ntombi or Swedish child-minders or those dusky Pacific Island dollies who always get their tits out for HMQ or French chambermaids, Thai masseurs or Russian mail-order brides and Romanian pole dancers, "women" have been bantered off; they'd all love to cover up, and their men would like them to as well, but the afore-mentioned economic realities mostly mean that they cannot succeed fully in their professional and personal lives if they do (our new prime minister is an example of this; highly intelligent and successful, of course, but her profound unattractiveness makes her essentially a human embodiment of a burqa anyway and therefore, obviously, acceptable to all).
It's an especially complicated Catch-22 in which women feel they need to look attractive, especially to men, in order to get anywhere, and their men also need them to because they need the money, even though they'd rather they didn't. Look so attractive to other men, that is, or need the money, even though, as ever, it was us what made the rules in the first place :-\