Occasionally, I like to ponder things. Not the big things, like are we alone in the universe, or why it always rains about 12 hours after I wash my car. From time to time, however, I do think about the small, nonsensical things that are of little or no importance to most everybody else on the planet.
You see, I guess deep down, I would like to be more contemplative, but thinking the big thoughts is a real time sucker and I'm not entirely sure I'm all that qualified to comment on most of them. Philosophy seemed like it might have been a good college course to take, but I was too busy thinking about how to get a job.
That being said, I am currently pondering a bit of a sticky wicket, and I feel compelled to put it out there in the universe so that others might ponder it too. I'm sure it comes as no surprise, but for those of us residing in the northern hemisphere, summer has arrived (sort of) and with it brings (in my opinion) a myriad of social issues, one of which I'd like to discuss.
Should swimming suits be more expensive when their coverage is merely a suggestion? What I mean to say is, when the surface area of said swim suit is not much more than a pasty and a bit of string?
Take a moment to ponder this. Talk amongst yourselves.
I find myself wondering if it is the strategic engineering of the garment that drives the cost. It must be ... I bet that there is a plethora (word of the day! You're welcome.) of scientists held up in lab somewhere, probably Germany (being world famous for their engineering capabilities) coming up with these mind boggling designs. If I were to hazard a guess I'd have to say that some of these suits must employ a degree of witchcraft and/or prayer to keep them from revealing all the secrets of a woman's nether regions.
While I applaud their efforts ... geniuses, and all ... it begs the question: what's the point? Why would anyone willingly pay any amount of money for the mere illusion of a swim suit? Whatever happened to the speedo, with its full coverage and snappy little logo? You could really swim in those without fear of exposing any of your bits or bobs. After all, who wants to be the reason little Johnny learns about anatomy at the ripe old age of 5? Not me.
Anyway, regardless of all that, this was just a thought I found myself mulling over. If I am asked why it came to me on this particular day, I'd have to say "no comment". A girl should never discuss what she sees in the mirror of a changing room during bathing suit season. It's just not decent.