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04-13-11, 07:12 PM #1
For the Ladies - The Swimsuit.
Got this in an email and had to share.
The Bathing Suit
When I was a child in the 1960's the bathing suit for the mature figure
was-boned, trussed and reinforced, not so much sewn as engineered. They
were built to hold back and uplift and they did a good job. Today's
stretch fabrics are designed for the prepubescent girl with a figure
carved from a potato chip.
The mature woman has a choice - she can either go up front to the
maternity department and try on a floral suit with a Skirt, coming away
looking like a hippopotamus who escaped from Disney's Fantasia or she
can wander around every run of the mill department store trying to make
a sensible choice from what amounts to a designer range of florescent
What choice did I have? I wandered around, made my sensible choice and
entered the chamber of horrors known as the fitting room.
The first thing I noticed was the extraordinary tensile strength of the
stretch material. The Lycra used in bathing costumes developed, I
believe, by NASA to launch small rockets from a slingshot, which give
the added bonus that if you manage to actually lever yourself into one,
you are protected from shark attacks as any shark taking a swipe at your
passing midriff would immediately suffer whiplash.
I fought my way into the bathing suit, but as I twanged the shoulder
strap in place, I gasped in horror, my boobs had vanished!
Eventually, I found one boob cowering under my left armpit. It took a
while to find the other. At last I located it flattened beside my
The problem is that modern bathing suits have no bra cups. The mature
woman is meant to wear her boobs spread across her chest like a speed
bump. I realigned my speed bump and lurched toward the mirror to take a
full view assessment.
The bathing suit fit all right, but only those bits of me willing to
stay inside it. The rest of me oozed out rebelliously from top, bottom,
and sides. I looked like a lump of play dough wearing undersized cling
As I tried to work out where all those extra bits had come from, the
prepubescent sales girl popped her head through the curtain, 'Oh, there
you are,' she said, admiring the bathing suit.
I replied that I wasn't so sure and asked what else she had to show me.
I tried on a cream crinkled one that made me look like a lump of masking
tape, and a floral two piece which gave the appearance of an oversized
napkin in a serving ring.
I struggled into a pair of leopard skin bathers with ragged frills and
came out looking like Tarzan's Jane, pregnant with triplets and having a
I tried on a black number with a midriff and looked like a jellyfish in
mourning. I tried on a bright pink pair with such a high cut leg I
thought I would have to wax my eyebrows to wear them.
Finally, I found a suit that fit...a two-piece affair with a shorts
style bottom and a loose blouse-type top. It was cheap, comfortable, and
bulge-friendly, so I bought it. My ridiculous search had a successful
outcome, I figured.
When I got home, I found a label which read
'Material might become transparent in water.'
So, if you happen to be on the beach or near any other body of water
this year and I'm there too, I'll be the one in cut-off jeans an d a
T-shirt!\\` ` ` ` < ` )___/\
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04-14-11, 08:27 AM #2'Political Correctness is a doctrine fostered by a
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promoted by an unscrupulous mainstream media, which
holds forth the proposition that it is entirely
possible to pick up a turd by the clean end!'
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