Free the Sweaty Ta-ta's!

I finally made it home from my day about 5ish. It's 100 m'fuckin degrees outside and my air conditioning in my vehicle puts out about 40% effort on a good day. All I can think about while I'm running errands is coming home, peeling off my clothes, and letting the girls free of the sweat sling they're in! As I'm peeling out of the sweaty clothes, I glimpse the mirror. I wonder. What would it be like to never cover the girls? What would it be like to go through my day with my stuff showing free to the world? I think about other cultures that find this perfectly acceptable. They cook, conduct business, and entertain themselves fully devoid of clothing on the upper part of their bodies. There's no shame; there's no big deal. It's just, "here they are" all the time. I googled images to put with my posting and the first one brought forth some shocking pics by western world standards! I decided on this very tasteful painting by a Kenyan artist named Mary Ogembo. The title of the piece is "The Soloist." It is a tribute to a South African "diva" singer Miriam Makeba. Don't think I'd be comfortable walking around with the girls saluting the neighbors, strangers, and my co-workers because I was raised in the South, but I still wonder . . . .