My last post, “Return of the Speedo?” elicited mixed reactions from readers.
Most of you manifested fear at the thought of encountering a Speedo on the beach, while others admitted you’d have a hard time containing your mirth.
Most of you agreed that the Speedo is a fashion faux pas, and a few protested that men have the same rights as women to wear whatever they please, regardless of how comical it might appear to women.
And ladies, I agree.
After all, I can’t claim to be a feminist and then assume a sexist attitude; especially when my next post has to do with a woman’s right to strut her stuff in a two-piece.
That said, I want to clarify that my posts are almost always written in a humorous vein.
I like to think of this blog as a place where readers come to get their “giggle fix.”
The Speedo post was not intended to deny men’s rights to wear Speedos, but instead, to take a humorous jab at men who insist on wearing this underwear-type garment in public.
Nonetheless, even I have to admit that it takes great self-assuredness to wear one.
Hence, these men’s self confidence is much to be admired.
The self confidence, that is.
Not the swim trunks.
The way I see it, you’re free to wear what you like, but you’d better have the right attitude to back up your choice of wardrobe.
As for the sisters who went up in arms voicing their support for our male counterparts, kudos to you for expressing your opinion.
However, given I’ve yet to see a man taking a stand to defend a woman’s right to wear a bikini, you’ll have to pardon me for not joining your team Speedo defense.
And so, I’d like to put the Speedo controversy to rest, and reiterate that this here humble blog is a wee place where sisters come for a laugh; where we join in the rant, and where the majority of the time, posts or readers’ comments produce a “Sing it, sister!”
I like to think that we join in solidarity for that which makes us laugh as well as that which we believe to be an injustice.
I like to believe this is a place where the sisterhood has respite from work, chores, spouses, pets, children, and anything in between.
I like to think that, for the five minutes it takes you to read a post, the only hat you have on is your “sister” hat.
After all, we owe it to ourselves to indulge in a little lightness of mood, a small bit of naughtiness, and a large bit of laughter.
I’m just sayin’.
Oh, and to all the Speedo-wearing men, I repeat, wear a Speedo if you must.
Just know the majority of us women will be laughing our asses off.