The Right To Bare More Than Arms

I’ve been curious about this particular urge in some people to invoke their perceived right to not cover up and, therefore, be unprotected and expose themselves to others. Since my first career was as a newspaper reporter, I dusted off my old interviewing skills and set out to get to the bottom of this odd pursuit of freedom and liberty.

Herewith is the interview with one such freedom-loving couple:

“Excuse me, sir, ma’am. I see you seem to be protesting, after a fashion. Would you mind answering a few questions? Sort of a person-in-the-street type of thing.”

“Shoot.”

“I see that you, um, aren’t wearing any clothes. What’s that all about?”

“Well, it’s about our right to nudity.”

“Your right to nudity?”

“That’s right. We have a constitutional right to bear arms, so I think it’s a given that we can bare whatever else we want.”

“Um, sir, I don’t think the right to bear arms is the same thing as the right to bare your butt or in your case, ma’am, your chest.”

“What, haven’t you ever gone around without a shirt?”

“Well, sure, at the beach or around the house. But I’m a guy and…”

“Oh, so you believe in sex discrimination when it comes to clothing? It’s okay for you to go around shirtless but not me because I’m a woman?”

“Well, no. It’s just that, don’t you think you might offend people with your, um, freedom?”

“Anyone offended by us or how we look just needs to suck it up. People all the time get their panties in a wad because of sayings or symbols on T-shirts, or they think someone’s dress is too short, or their pants aren’t pulled up high enough. Can’t see how a birthday suit – which, by the way, we all came into the world in – should cause anyone offense.”

“But aren’t you concerned about your health?’

“Hey, things gotta breathe, you know?”

“I mean, aren’t you worried about picking, er, things up when you sit down and the like? And aren’t you concerned about the health of other people who, well, sit down after you’ve been sitting?”

“Look, there is no scientific evidence that wearing clothes is healthier than going naked, provided you put on sufficient sunscreen, especially in those places the sun don’t normally shine. We have a right to tan.”

“Yes, but, not wearing any clothes … it just seems other people….”

“You know what? We’re tired of people telling us what we can and cannot do. What we have to wear and where we have to wear it. Nowhere in the United States Constitution does it say we have to wear anything. It’s an abuse of personal liberties for you or the government to tell us that we have to wear something just because we want to go outside or into a store or to a restaurant. This is a matter of personal choice. Of personal freedom.”

“All right, point taken. But I see that, while you otherwise don’t have a stitch of clothes on, you both are wearing face masks.”

“C’mon, man, we’re naked, not stupid.” 

Sunset In The Sahara

I have written previously in the precursor to this blog about our appreciation and enjoyment of sunsets. We are such avid fans of these shows of nature that we probably spend more time watching them than we do shows on television. As some of you may know, we are such sunset connoisseurs that we have our own rating system for the evening displays, the Timometer.

The other night F and I were indulging in our usual evening cocktails (in hindsight, a Tequila Sunrise might have struck my fancy) when we decided to head out to our front deck to catch the show “in person,” i.e., outdoors as opposed to lazily watching it through the windows from our living room, because it was supposed to be a particularly spectacular sunset due to the Saharan dust cloud that had settled over our part of the world.

The dust cloud, to quickly review, is a perfectly natural phenomenon that happens every year when a mass of dry, dusty air forms over the Sahara Desert and is blown across the Atlantic Ocean. This one, however, was the most massive in decades and was particularly thick in the Caribbean, with plumes extending over the southeast United States as well. The sand can reduce visibility, affect air quality and present health problems for people with allergies and other breathing issues, but it also helps prevent tropical storms from developing and can produce colorful sunrises and sunsets.

Anyway, as we settled in our seats for the show, blinking through the haze to take in the valley below and the hills in the distance, F mentioned that there had been an air quality alert issued for our area due to the dust. So we debated heading back inside when we realized that, what with the mad, mad world we are now living in, we had a ready solution: our coronavirus masks! 

After memorializing the moment with perhaps the first and only selfie I have ever taken, we decided to live, or at least breathe, dangerously and took off the masks. And, not to mention, it’s very difficult to drink with a mask on.

Sunset watching in the new age.
My first selfie, complete with blurred finger

As we sat there contemplating the wonders of nature, I couldn’t help but be amazed that these particles hanging in the air before me had traveled thousands of miles across an ocean from a distant and exotic land. I swear I thought I caught a faint scent of camel dung, and idly wondered why those same air currents couldn’t drop us a few dates or figs out of the sky. 

Dust imported all the way from the Sahara Desert in north Africa

Man oh man, I thought, if travel is going to be restricted and we can’t really go anywhere, then this is the life: virtual travel in which north Africa comes to the mountains of North Carolina. A taste – or breath – of foreign lands brought right to our front porch. How weird, how wacky, how wonderful.

Oh, and the sunset turned out to be a murky mess, failing to live up to the sand cloud hype. No more than a 6 at best on the Timometer, but another 10 on whatever scale you might use to rate having a good laugh and a good time with the one you love.