Call me old-fashioned... but nowadays, the degree of flesh exposure & of public groping amongst our youths, i feel, is enough to send at-risk patients into hyperventilation bouts. More of us should learn first-aid.
Flip open the newspapers, and you'd read about sarong-party-girl-bloggers posting nude pictures of themselves on their red-hot blogs, complete with detailed accounts of their lascivious sexual escapades, you'd also see curvy Ericia & Maia sprawled on floors with their awe-inducing mammary glands (almost) spewing out of their itsy-bitsy whimsy bikinis... Stroll down the streets, and you'd have your paths cut by youngsters wearing jeans so low you'd see their butt-cracks, & tops so short and tight they look constipated in them... Ride public transport, and you'd be presented with no-intermission, live R-21 demonstrations of public groping played out with hot-blooded passion...
Don't misunderstand. I'm no fuddy-duddy, square-minded, big-time nerd who reside in the mountains 364.999 days a year. Yes, I do understand that times are changing and we, as an open & globalised & developed society, should welcome diversity, celebrate self-expression, encourage freedom of choice & yadder yadder blabber blabber....
But give me some private space anytime. Don't scream SEX in my face. Perhaps... i DO belong to the mountains.
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