Here’s a treat:
Saudi Arabia is governed by Islamic or Sharia law. There’s no penal code; instead the law is interpreted and exacted by religious leaders and clerics known as “the vice police.” Punishments like beheading, lashing and stoning are common.
But not for the royals, apparently.
As far as dual standards and hypocrisy goes, Saudi royalty takes the cake. Women in Saudi Arabia cannot drive, must cover themselves from head to toe and dare not venture out without their male guardian’s permission. But the royals and elite live lives that have no resemblance to that of the masses.
The images shared in the tweet above are just one example.
Saudi woman still isn't allowed to drive :( pic.twitter.com/0hS39mBV7t— ali ornek (@ornekali) July 10, 2016
Prince Nawaf al-Saud partied for four days on one of "the world's most expensive" yachts anchored at Bodrum on the Aegean coast — one of the most exclusive vacation spots in Turkey.
"With a million Euros per week spent on that yacht, it could accommodate at least 80 refugees Syrians," one of Turkey's most well-known journalists, Ahmet Hakan, wrote in an open letter to the prince in Turkish daily Hurriyet, asking for his "definition of hypocrisy."
The Saudi royal family has generated its fair share of scandal in recent years. WikiLeaks uncovered an alleged “raucous underground” culture of the Saudi royal youths where alcohol, drugs and prostitutes run rampant.
An amazing insight came from American actress and part-time chauffeur Jayne Amelia Larson in 2012, when she recounted her experience of being hired by a branch of the Saudi royal family during a visit to Los Angeles, Her job was to drive a group of women belonging to Saudi royal family around town.
“The caliber and sheer number of fancy cars awaiting their arrival, 40 cars from Porsches to Bentleys, were jaw-dropping,” she recalled in her memoir.
“Could a flight from Rio have come in the same time as theirs?” she asked herself, expecting to see veiled women exit the plane. Instead they were decked out in Prada, Gucci and Versace, looking like “a bunch of Brazilian hotties going nightclubbing.”
“It was like an episode of 'The Real Housewives of Riyadh,'” Larson wrote.
“The Saudi women were no different from the Los Angeles women I saw walking down Melrose Avenue with huge balloon-shaped breasts and stiff silicone-enhanced monkey lips. They were all doing the same exquisite dance to maintain their value and a happy household and hopefully their husbands’ good favor,” she added.