I hope you had a good Halloween. One that involved lots of Pop-Tarts and vodka. Something I noticed this year is there seems to have been lots of backlash against the trend of women dressing up in sexy costumes. Slutty chefs who, one hopes, haven’t been sweating it up on a stripper pole before cooking your filet mignon. Sexy health insurance executives, because if you’re going to get dropped for having a pre-existing condition, may as well have it done by someone resembling Pamela Anderson. Sexy MTA workers, because if the subway isn’t going to come, at least somebody will.
I don’t mean to sound sexist. I get the gripe. Why are women urged to flash so much skin, while men aren’t? I’m willing to go about my day wearing a miniskirt and high heels if that’ll even things up, but I refuse to shave my legs. I also have hair on my cleavage that I have no intention of removing. So, you make the call.
Perhaps the problem is one of recurrence, though. Maybe if we integrated the whole slutty costume thing into other holidays, it wouldn’t be so outrageous. Take Christmas. The Virgin Mary may’ve given birth to Christ via Immaculate Conception. But why can’t she be depicted doing so while wearing a Catholic schoolgirl’s outfit and sexy librarian glasses? And so as not to be perceived as picking on Christians, why not re-envision Hanukah in the same way? As you may or may not know, Hanukah is a celebration of how the Jews fended off their enemies even though they only had enough electricity to power their Gameboys and iPods for twenty minutes, but somehow managed to listen to Hatful of Hollow while playing World of Warcraft for six months. So, maybe people can play Spin the Dreidel in their underwear or something.
But the Europeans and Latin Americans have Carnival, a pre-Lent festival of exuberant sexuality. In the U.S., only in New Orleans do people let loose in a public way. Here in New York, we have the miserably cold months of January and February fast approaching. We rely on a public transportation system so unreliable that we’re used to the fact that holiday weekends means that people in Brooklyn and Queens can get around faster on foot than they can via subway. We’re forced to endure 10% unemployment while being forced to watch firsthand as the very people who caused the world economy to crash buy multi-million dollar condos and eat fusion cuisine while the rest of us debate whether to have another beer or retain the ability to pay rent at the end of the month.
So sorry, you’re not going to catch me complaining about a little nakedness. Unless it’s because I can’t afford to clothe myself because of the latest MTA fare hike.
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In this week’s podcast, we discuss German restaurants and dating. You can stream the show here and at SelfAbsorbed.me, and subscribe in iTunes. And I would urge you to check out the show while wearing next to nothing, but we already know we have the sexiest listeners out there.
I don’t mean to sound sexist. I get the gripe. Why are women urged to flash so much skin, while men aren’t? I’m willing to go about my day wearing a miniskirt and high heels if that’ll even things up, but I refuse to shave my legs. I also have hair on my cleavage that I have no intention of removing. So, you make the call.
Perhaps the problem is one of recurrence, though. Maybe if we integrated the whole slutty costume thing into other holidays, it wouldn’t be so outrageous. Take Christmas. The Virgin Mary may’ve given birth to Christ via Immaculate Conception. But why can’t she be depicted doing so while wearing a Catholic schoolgirl’s outfit and sexy librarian glasses? And so as not to be perceived as picking on Christians, why not re-envision Hanukah in the same way? As you may or may not know, Hanukah is a celebration of how the Jews fended off their enemies even though they only had enough electricity to power their Gameboys and iPods for twenty minutes, but somehow managed to listen to Hatful of Hollow while playing World of Warcraft for six months. So, maybe people can play Spin the Dreidel in their underwear or something.
But the Europeans and Latin Americans have Carnival, a pre-Lent festival of exuberant sexuality. In the U.S., only in New Orleans do people let loose in a public way. Here in New York, we have the miserably cold months of January and February fast approaching. We rely on a public transportation system so unreliable that we’re used to the fact that holiday weekends means that people in Brooklyn and Queens can get around faster on foot than they can via subway. We’re forced to endure 10% unemployment while being forced to watch firsthand as the very people who caused the world economy to crash buy multi-million dollar condos and eat fusion cuisine while the rest of us debate whether to have another beer or retain the ability to pay rent at the end of the month.
So sorry, you’re not going to catch me complaining about a little nakedness. Unless it’s because I can’t afford to clothe myself because of the latest MTA fare hike.
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In this week’s podcast, we discuss German restaurants and dating. You can stream the show here and at SelfAbsorbed.me, and subscribe in iTunes. And I would urge you to check out the show while wearing next to nothing, but we already know we have the sexiest listeners out there.
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