Not sure how you can blame the burkini on the “JOOOOOOZ!!!” but surely some commenters will try…
And yes, the tinderbox spark—that arrest on the Nice beach—looks a lot like a Rosa Parks-type stunt, another Muslim “hate crime” provocation.
I know all this. And yet, back to my days as a teenage anarchist. When I wasn’t wearing my Catholic high school uniform—in its least perv-arousing iteration: an over-the-knee kilt and cable-knit leotards, whatever the season—I traipsed around town in Slits-inspired, man-repellent getups: long-john bottoms and army surplus pants topped with baggy “urchin” sweaters.
I didn’t wear (Bermuda only) shorts in public until I was over 30, sometimes using sun-sensitive lupus as my alibi. And if I could afford to, and actually left my house enough to warrant it, I’d stock up on Solumbra’s SPF clothing, which includes full-sleeved rash guards and ankle-length swimming tights. If I wore those on a French beach, would I be ticketed too? Would Diane Keaton?
