A bloke I know was taking a quick holiday at a luxury golf resort that just happened to own its own private beach rimmed with an outer reef that had pretty good waves. Ninety-nine percent of the guests at the hotel were golf nutters (and the beach was off-limits to non-guests), so my mate, Grunter, figured that a quiet paddle with no-one else to nick any of the best waves might … [Read more...]
“Oy – are you looking at my bum?” – Segregation and the Australian swim centre.
The reason why we have segregated change rooms is so that we can boldly wander around naked without worrying that we are being stared at, isn’t it? It also prevents timid members of the opposite sex (and children) from being traumatized by our flaunting our natural assets, doesn’t it? Why shy? In the change-room we can drop out jeans without the crazy beach car-park ritual of … [Read more...]
Sluggos versus boardshorts – The definitive swimwear “road-test”
Fifty years ago, the average Australian male would lounge around at the beach wearing little more than a brief pair of speedos. Women, on the other hand, were just breaking through the prudery barrier and beginning to wear bikinis that were slightly more revealing than their traditional one pieces. In the 21st century the roles have reversed. Red-blooded he-men of … [Read more...]