This would have to be an off-the-wall story on a movie comedy (possibly a rom-com): the country that gave rise to the bikini swimsuit actually had laws in some towns on the Riviera that women cannot wear too much clothing on the beach.
Specifically, the too much clothing in question is a swimsuit that covers the entire body, except for the face, the feet, and the hands. Yes, it's the dreaded burkini, a feared symbol of Islamic revolution! Oh, the burkini; and it got some French mayors' knickers in a knot.
Most of us in the 21th century are glad that Brigitte Bardot popularized the bikini, except some reactionaries who press their daughters to join "True Love Waits" and women's magazines that write that women above 30 should stop wearing bikinis. I'm there; I still wear one.
Anyway, a higher court in France negated those towns' anti-burkini laws. I'm not expecting the decorum and safety of southern France beaches to be marred by an occasional woman wearing a burkini!
And WTF, guys? Don't you feel frickin' foolish for all this?
Just a little Barbie humor from Big Sky Country. Look what the A. B. Guthrie fictional characters evolved into:
To find out about these and others, go to this site.
Well, summer has come to Montana!
Some girls are so happy that they have a boyfriend. Tammy was one of those. She became one of those overly attached girlfriends, expecting Matt to call her twice each night, and always had a lot of questions and advice about him and his buds that he saw . . . . too often, in Tammy's opinion.
She also tended to advise Matt on what he should wear. Lately, she became anxious about his g.f. tackle. Was he careful, did he wear a supporter, what he called his Matt strap. Anyway, she just liked to assure herself that it was all still there.
Matt wished Tammy would keep those moments private.
