And the 2016 Summer Olympics keep calling me to watch when I should be writing. The best of the best pitted against each other for medals. Phenomenal World Records. Heart-wrenching losses. I still remember the old ABC commercials as a kid:
“The thrill of victory…and the agony of defeat.”
Random conversations blossom from catching highlights. The massive shoulder size of swimmers. Confusing rugby rules. Imagining road rash after a mountain bike course crash. The women gymnasts have floor routine music and the men don’t. The most recent?
“Mom, why do the women’s beach volleyball players wear bikinis and the guys wear normal clothes?”
And I thought to myself, “That’s a great question.”
I read several articles about the matter. What it all boils down to is this: women who play beach volleyball don’t see it as a sexual matter–they view their bikinis as a uniform. And until 2012, that itty bitty bikini was an Olympic dress code requirement! Now players have the option of shorts and sleeved tops.
It boils down to a matter of modesty and I WON’T open that particular can o’ worms on my blog. I can flood this post with articles one way or the other, for or against bikinis, how skin shouldn’t be viewed as sexy or how it attracts a perverted mind. There are those in the camp that it objectifies a woman.
I err on the side of conservative by choice and belief but have Christian friends who differ with my opinion. It’s not a hair I’m willing to split a friendship over, but I’ve been known to give the stinkeye in their general direction. 😀