NUDITY v MODESTY and MYSTERY.

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     As she reaches forty eight, J-Lo is still hitting the headlines, butt......................... 

 

 

     She is still gorgeous but her outfits, once very sexy, now smack of desperation to me.

I know I am ancient by her standards, I was twenty when she was born, and I can still see her appeal but wouldn't it be sexier if there was less flesh on show?   Her body type denotes her Latin heritage, she has a generous and much admired derriere but now also sports a pair of rather more adipose saddlebags than in the past and it is clear that her boobs are hoiked up and strapped in a merciless attempt to defy gravity.

 

     In my day - I do so hate saying it - we were much more modest that modern girls, even though our generation was the one for whom the mini skirt was invented....and many of us got the resultant thunder thighs when our bodies laid down stores of fat to compensate for the lack of warm covering.   Nowadays the muffin top is here, again the body reacted to naked midriffs by sending fat to the waistline to provide warmth.

 

     I remember being a teenager when The Who played one of their gigs at my local town hall.   It was great, I made a lovely blue dress for the night and it had a very on trend (we used to say trendy)  keyhole just below the neckline.   Not a cleavage viewer but a little flesh was on display.   I was about fifteen and was as flat as a board so I had a circle stitched bra that gave me a better profile.   They were very popular back then and Madonna sported a remarkably similar one on her Blonde Ambition Tour made by Jean Paul Gautier.   Unfortunately I wasn't actually capable of filling my cones and should have put a pair of socks in.  So, after a slow dance with a fellow I stepped back and as he looked down I realised that I was now sporting a large pair of dimples where my points should have been.   Soddit!   He strolled off and left me to race to the lavatory to adjust myself and I spent the rest of the evening declining slow dances for fear of repetition and more shame.   Hey ho I now say.... shit happens!   But back then I was mortified and he didn't ask for another dance.

 

     Back to J-lo - a truly beautiful woman still, but in my opinion the looks that night did her no favours as she resembled like a caricature of herself in her 'more is not good' outfits.   We all have butts and breast all residing at various levels on our respective bodies and fending off gravity is an on-going  battle for most of us but nowadays there is absolutely no mystery in the modern wardrobe.
 

     As a girl we had a phrase that we would whisper if our petticoat was showing - 'Charlie's dead' and we would nip of and pull it up.   In those days if one wore a halter, or one shoulder  top one would wear appropriate underwear and it was a cardinal sin to wear a black bra under a white top.    In the second picture J-Lo has no visible straps but too much visible boob for comfort - I guess those pups were glued and taped in because otherwise there would have been a Janet Jackson nippy moment!    I dread to think what J-Lo's body looked like after removing the first dress, I remember what it was like when we took off our fishnet tights, I looked like I had been wearing a pair of string bags and I soon learned that I had to wear ordinary tights underneath for fear of cottage cheese thighs.   I understand that Ms Lopez has had a series of lovers, some significantly and frighteningly younger and I am sure that with a young beau she needs to be on top of her game but the makeup and lace has to come off at some point and I doubt that anyone would be repelled by her au naturale.   Her career has changed, she has matured and surely she has enough money?   I fear that notoriety and limelight are intoxicating and it seems that they drive her, but in my opinion, she has taken the wrong road.

 

     I showed the pics to a male friend of mine and not surprisingly he did think she looked sexy,  but surely it is all a bit obvious for a woman of her stature?   This is not sour grapes, I am more than aware that my body is best on radio these days, I have bingo wings, and sagging and wrinkled body parts but I've earned them and at my age they suit me.   Jane Fonda is older than me and looks fabulous but you rarely see her showing much flesh, she is wise and recognises the value of illusion and mystery.   Marilyn Monroe was a girl who had the world at her feet and although she did a few nude shots she was well aware of the merits of alluding to nudity whilst not actually showing too much.  She was curvaceous and was regularly sewn into clothes and  her wiggle was enhanced by having the heel of one shoe slightly shorter than the other.  She was the consummate model, she seduced the camera and played with it and in return it loved her.  

 

     I see young women now who look so obvious and dare I say it, chavvy.   They think they look classy but many of them simply look like ridiculous Barbie clones.   All those Essex face lift buns, HD eyebrows and trowelled on foundation that are so popular these days do very little for them, and they all look the same.   Big hair, big lashes, big asses, big tits and big lips and those fake nails look so natural - not!   I do so hate to see young girls of fourteen fifteen getting into the uniform so early and I know it is a sign of modern times.  

      I use makeup and do wear lashes, I always did, but everything these days seems to be done times twenty.    I see young plump women wearing thin girl clothes and wonder why, when they could look so much more attractive if they wore size appropriate clothes.   We were still in ankle socks at fourteen, riding bikes and playing and we had a level of innocence that is unheard of these days we were demure, modest and had a little mystery. 

I wrote the following poem fourteen years ago and it seems even more relevant now.

Does My Bum Look Big In This …..Coffin?

Future scientists will have some really hard times,

what were our good deeds and what were our crimes?

Imagine the day that they dig up our bods,

are some of them ‘princesses’ and some of them gods?

 

They’ll marvel at the princesses with badges abreast,

a silicone implant on each side of their chest

Will they think that such girlies, were special and fab,

when the truth was more mundane, silly and drab.

 

Will they open the boxes and gasp at the sight,

of two silicone sacs, some girlie’s greatest delight.

I can imagine them wonder if they’re losing their wits,

confused that on some fronts are big plastic tits.

 

Then there are the ‘princes’ with prosthetic ‘meat’

who thought that they’d give us a great throbbing treat.

To pleasure and satisfy their sole intention,

that’s why some sad boys got that penis extension.

 

Some will be minus one or two of their ribs,

having said it was ‘natural’ and other such fibs.

Have we taken our ‘beauty’ beyond what is fair?

by sucking and cutting, rearranging what’s there?

 

If they try to reconstruct us they’ll get such a fright,

cos some of these girlies only looked good at night.

I know that I’m guilty, I’m as vain as the rest,

I’ve tattooed my eyelids and yanked up my chest.

My hair ain’t quite natural, its tinted and tweaked,

if I had bedside viziphone I’d be totally freaked.

My eyelashes flutter with lustre and mascara’d hue,

they’re stuck on each morning with copydex glue.

I know that its sad …..and seriously silly,

but guys get obsessed with the size of their willy!

If I put two hot water bottles up under my blouse,

would he find it exciting and start to arouse?

So we worried about cellulite and firmed up our muscle tone,

then along came those surgeons with big bags of silicone.

They offered the answers to our longest held prayers

peddling boobies and mouth jobs to fend of the years.

Its great when we’re young and seriously pretty,

but old gals like me look strange with pert plastic titties.

You’ve seen them in movies looking constantly shocked,

the G-force expression fixed and permanently locked.

When one of those girls puckers, don’t get an erection,

her smile may be the result of a silicone injection.

Remember if you’re tempted to approach intending a pass,

that the girlie you fancy may truly talk through her ass.

 

©Margo A. Burgers 2003