Everything in its place

Hello Beloved,

How are you feeling today?  Me, just another day like every other day. I have been thinking about stuff as is my way and for this post I thought I would talk about having things in their place. This can pertain to items, pets, people, thoughts, actions, pretty much anything.

Given the weather here in the Midwest, hotter than usual, I think people have forgotten how to display good manners. I have seen people out in public dressed in ways that I find embarrassing. I am embarrassed for these people. Did their parents not teach them proper etiquette?

Now granted I am a bit of a prude sometimes and I freely admit to that. But come on people, really. When I see someone walking toward me I don’t want to see your “junk” bouncing around almost slappin you in your face.

Please, please I beg you, keep your “junk” to yourself. I don’t want to be able to tell whether or not you are circumcised or have nipple rings or belly button piercings. I sure don’t want to see a tattoo on your butt cheek. PUT SOME CLOTHES ON when you go out into public.

Spandex that is tighter than your own skin does not qualify as clothes suitable for public consumption. Neither do shorts and skirts that don’t even cover your butt cheeks.  I know, I know, your have your rights. Well, so do I. I have the right to not be accosted by your boobies or family jewels waving at me as you pass by.

I myself am one who likes to wear not much sometimes, just not when going into public. Keep a little mystery as to what you may have to offer your partner in the bedroom. The grocery store is not the place to display your Prince Albert.

I think modesty is a lost art form in the public arena. I applaud the Muslim support of modesty, to a point. As I say from time to time, moderation in all things including moderation.

There was a day when saying something like “would you dress like that for your grandmother?” actually meant something. I am not sure that would be understood by the majority of people out there these days. Babies being raised by babies who were raised by babies. Yes, there is my inner prude coming out again. I guess I am just in a place where I am missing public civility and public modesty.

OK, so I will stop my ranting and raving for the moment.

Beloved, have a lovely…

Mona LangmaackMelin