Too Many Beach Buns

A week vacationing in a Florida beach town is quite an eye-opening experience. In many cases it is also an eye-closing one, as many of the people who have come here to "let it all hang out" do just that, and with somewhat dire results.

This morning on my brisk 2.5-mile walk I saw more butt cheeks than a pediatrician sees in a lifetime. Tons of young women and, unfortunately, another ton of old women seem to believe that strutting around in public wearing only a thong and a bra is fine as long as they call it "a bathing suit." Many of them complete their skimpy outfits with platform heels, a sun hat and a purse, as if they're headed out for a day of shopping and sightseeing. Apparently body size and/or condition is never a factor, with cellulite so common it's almost a must-have accessory.

Like much of modern life, it's sad and funny at the same time. What cracks me up is that so many of these same women are likely supportive of the recent "Me Too" movement, railing against those horrid men who treat them as sex objects. (How dare they?) I'm not suggesting that women at the beach, or anywhere, should cover up from head to toe in burqas, but a dash of decorum goes a long way towards being treated with respect.