Musings

I am not bothered by nudity. In fact, during the times when I have worn skimpy clothes, I feel perfectly at home in them.

When I went to buy samosas the other day, I was wearing a minidress with no bra (it was too warm to wear a bra that day), but nobody could see anything- my dress was dark brown. If I were to have it my way, wearing a bra would be strictly optional- but no such luck here- I am rather well endowed and this is America- nipples and nudity are not okay- but violence is totally cool.

After I parked my car, I had to pass through the Krishna temple to reach the Indian "Cantina" to buy the samosas. One Indian lady who goes to the temple everyday and thus knows me, is sitting outside with her rosary. She sees my dress, makes a gesture that my dress is inappropriately short and shakes her head in disapproval. I know she means well- and I won't take offense- everybody is entitled to an opinion. Earlier that day, my friend A, who took me out to a belated birthday lunch yelled "Oh my god! I didn't realize that your dress is so sheer in light! If I look carefully, I can see your underwear! Are you even wearing one?". The restaurant was so small that the waiters heard it, because they stared for a second, and then, embarrassed, looked down. Yes, even I didn't realize that my dress was so sheer. But I don't understand what the big deal is- haven't you ever seen an outline of women's legs before?

I also know that me wearing a short dress does not make me dirty- men who look at me in a perverted manner are the dirty ones. The fault lies in their eyes, not the nakedness of my skin.