I can’t believe it’s already the middle of May. Depending on the speed of climate change around here, that means swimsuit season will kick off in as few as 3 weeks.
The season when men are blinded not by my beauty, but by the glare of the sun reflecting off of my pale, pale legs.
The season when I realize that staring at the Victoria’s Secret swimsuit catalog is not going to make me look like one of The Others* through osmosis.
The season when I need to figure out whether I can stomach another season in my bathing suit (literally) or to buy a new one from Land’s End instead of Victoria’s Secret. A recent post from Suburban Bliss described the psychological effects of this dilemma.
Is it wrong to hope for a cool front?
*While these Others are not those Others on the TV show Lost, they are still to be feared by the rest of us fighting the extra
10 15 20 pounds (it’s more like 30 compared to them) and spider veins. It’s interesting that Wikipedia would describe the TV characters like this:
The Others have been observed to inhabit various locations… The Others are difficult to track; they generally leave minimal footprints and avoid disturbing underbrush. Their appearance is sometimes heralded by strange, barely audible whispering.
Coincidence? I think not. I can almost hear those VS models whispering, “When is dinner? Where the hell is that burger?!”