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23 mai 2012

Ought to Religious Females Don Sexy bikinis?

Warm weather means swimsuit season. For most women, it also means the dreaded trip to pick out this year’s bikini. However, this doesn’t have to be a nightmare shopping trip. All you need to know to choose a bikini that is perfect for you is what type of body you have and what type of bikini will flatter you the most.

Summer is quickly approaching and we all know what that means: beach season. Along with the excitement of beach season comes a debate amongst Christians regarding proper beachwear for women. This discussion is turning up across web articles and on social media sites, courtesy of Facebook’s newsfeed. People are wondering if it’s okay for Christian women to wear bikinis.

Everyone seemed to think it quite proper, and not at all odd, that Kate Middleton’s fairytale dress should be paired with Prince William’s military couture. The nod to the Irish Guard was approved by all. Certainly the troops in Afghanistan should be remembered, even in the midst of a national holiday—especially in the midst of one. And it’s not like anyone carried weapons (they were in church, after all).

Still, the mix of sacramental romance and codified violence struck me as a little peculiar, if only because everyone else seemed to think it was so natural.

This may be due partly to other events I was involved in around the time of the wedding. The very same weekend that Kate and Will got hitched, I found myself 1) watching the Ultimate Fighting Championship title match on pay-per-view at a Bikinis Bar and Grill, and then 2) holding a target and teaching a bunch of six-year-old girls, wearing princess dresses and tiaras, how to “kick like Lucy Liu.” I was quite surprised at the way both of these events served to magnify the perverse duet of sex and violence encoded in Kate Middleton’s gown and Prince William’s uniform. The combination of women’s sexualized bodies and male combat is a weird, counterintuitive pairing, like putting Tabasco sauce on a banana, but it’s damn near ubiquitous in our culture.

The vibe at Bikinis for women was further complicated by the fact that, of the six women at my table, I was the only straight one.

“I swear, I called all over town,” Laura had apologized on our way there. “This was the only place that was showing the fights.” I believed her, but I couldn’t help wondering: If we’d been a party of six straight ladies, would we have even entertained the option of going to Bikinis?

The waitresses at cheap string bikinis  wear (duh) bikini tops and short shorts. Every waitress who comes up to your table introduces herself and signs her name on a cocktail napkin (“Brandi,” “Alysha,”) which strikes me as creepy, even though I know they’re probably not real names. I suspect the autographs have something to do with the way tips are pooled, but the larger goal seems to be simply to parade as many bikini-clad women past our table as possible, and to make their attentions seem intimately personal.

 

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