Following fashion blindly should not make others go blind!
Walking down a busy New York Street one chilly autumn day one time, wrapped up in my jacket like all the other people around me were, a gust of wind forced me to stroll with my face down because the wind felt as if it could easily freeze my eyes!
Shortly though, I lifted my head to see where I was going, and I could not believe my eyes at what I saw ahead of me. A tall rangy man was standing at a vantage point at a junction beyond where CNN is. He was dressed in nice cowboy boots and hat. And jockey shorts. Nothing else. I was shocked at two levels he was so scantily clad! And in that nippy weather.
Well, he was being guarded by a benign looking black police officer. If the skin-show cowboy was tall, the policeman by him was a giant, well over six feet, slim and stately – looking. The reason rodeoman had a police ‘escort’ is that nudity is a felony out there so they had to have someone keep an eye on him (lest he would have wanted to pull down his drawers; it was about ‘crime’ – prevention!).
I was actually almost upon the cowboy when I saw him, and when I got right up to him, I said to him – Go Get some Clothes On.
Cowboy was completely shocked. This eyes widened. An then cowboy whose cheeks were already pink because of the weather, turned bright red in the face.
The policeman smiled widely at me. You Tell Him – he said home, making cowboy turn even redder.
I can only guess that was the end of the body-show that day. Come back now to a cool evening stroll right in the estate where I live (the Deputy Governor and the Governor’s brother live here, amongst others).
Walking in my direction were two ladies well calling one of them a lady is a little hard to do for the purposes or this show. Ill name her Lady Jere. Lady was tall far and elegant, but what she was wearing was unbelievable; she had on a very stretchy orange dress, very very clingy and it shopped just short of … ahem. Mum.
The effect was that with each step she took, I quivered with fear – what if her barely, then should ride even a hairsbreath higher, good she just cannot lose her step have to increase her stride – good grief! It was terrifying. She walked along, jostling unconcernrating with her friend who had a different look from Lady J, but intimidating. She was tall too, but heavyset, and was wearing baggy combatant shorts and a Tee. These androgynous type women that look more like men with their short cropped hair and general look. When they got alongside where I was, I did what was the only good thing to do to save humanity.
I smiled very brightly at Rady J, and said Hi. They turned and looked at me (no greeting) I started sweating though with no sun.
Ermm, I said, (nervously). Emm your dress is err a a… aaa – a little of sssh – short for you.
Huh – she snorted loudly, instantly I began to calculate how many weeks I would have to spend in hospital if the two of them set on me that moment.
Huh – she queried again, looking at me like I was an ant, while I stood wringing my hands and praying silently to my creator.
I, I, said, that your dress is a little bit short there emm ooo mmm. As I finished my sentence, I looked always from her murderous glare and glanced at the road behind her; where I would have long reached; if I had only kept my mouth…
Haha- A loud chuckle I looked at her again – but it was her friend who spoke.
Eh-heh. I’ve been telling her too.
I’ve told her.
I just couldn’t believe my ears. Or my luck. I rocked from one foot to the other, smiled cheerily, then dropped my poor haunched shoulders and proceeded along, a silent bye on my tongue and thank you to my maker, for any deliverance.
My goodness, those ladies could have ‘shown’ me just then, I thought. But then, lets face it’s so worrisome what sort of ladies dress this way, right out in public.
Upon all the churches and educational institutions have been talking shouting and crying!
I will admit indecent exposure has remarkably reduced over the past few years, but it is still with us, is still disgracing us and I believe that just the way it sprang up, it can also be rooted out right out of our fabric and sanity can return.
Just pick up your Sunday Sun and your eyes will be assaulted at what the ‘Sun anti-fashion police’ will serve you; the week’s worst.
Big cities, small localities, there are always some young ladies out on the streets, putting out what is not for the streets.
In taking shops, eateries, highways, by ways – like everywhere you go, it’s a menace all to own?
I remember one day at the airport when a group of us were travelling out on a chartered flight. We were only two ladies on that trip and then a lady who definitely should know better came by something dropped from her, and she bent to pick it. The sight she gare us was enough to throw us into one minute horrified silence back here. I will spare you details!
After she had picked it and passed, and with the shame just settling on the faces of me and the other lady where – the men turned and pounced on us!!
You see – see what your fellow woman is wearing; just imagine. They carpeted us thoroughly, and we were unable to say a word.
Ladies – your underwear is NOT your outerwear.
Your bra should not be on the road – the contests are not for our eyes!!!
Flimsy transparent clothes are a NO – NO methinks not even in your own living room.
The southerners, young and not so young ladies, this is for you, it’s true. Following fashion blindly should not make others go blind!
Finally, if the motivation is simply to follow the dictates of fashion, then those exposing their sensitive parts are completely off the mark.
Vogue Magazine in a 2015 edition has said categorically Nudity Is No longer Fashionable.
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