Young and old. Saggy and perky. Sunbaked and sunburnt.
I get to see the latest swimwear fashions covering (or not) all shapes and variety of flesh, at my condo swimming pool, holidaying at a resort, or lounging by the beach.
Nowadays (am I getting old?) nothing is left to the imagination, so streamlined and minimalist are current designs. Spilling forth what God has blessed some of us with.
"Tough world," I can hear some of you folks say.
But do we really need to see all of you, hanging over the edges like that, about to burst forth?
Nothing is left to the imagination.
Nothing is left to the imagination.
Topless and very perky, some women wonder why they attract stares and gawking from us local residents.
The guys are worse. Banana hammocks, or slingshots, are a big no-no and should not be permitted outside the confines of swim competitions.
We don't even know you. Yet you present to all and sundry your crown jewels wrapped in the latest Speedo fashion.
Our teutonic and Ruski friends are the worse offenders, shameless in their displays of packaged burritos. Its indecent.
I have spent 35 years in this part of the world. And it never ceases to amaze me when women, and increasingly, men, flaunt it so unsubtly.
Less is more. Less flesh on display and let me eat my lunch comfortably. Without vomiting.
Go ahead and flaunt it. But less flesh on display is definitely the way forward. Be subtle. Be discrete.
Display a class ass. Its not about religion or race. Its about staying classy.
Read this article on sixties swimwear fashion here
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