Pondering with P.J. — The times are changing

The content of this column may cause discomfort to some readers. If that is the case, I apologize in advance. However, I feel I am not alone in my thinking. Please refrain from sending hate mail and just chalk it up to an old lady spoutin’ off…again!

Summer is a wonderful time to just “people watch.” Being of more than ample size, I tend to notice those of like characteristics who might do well to glance in a mirror before prancing down the street. There are small children out there! They are easily traumatized! Excessive amounts of undisciplined skin flapping in the breeze could mark a youngster for life!

I understand that we have had a few extremely warm, if not downright hot days, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder and some of the things people try to squeeze themselves into make me squint.

There may be readers who think I am exaggerating. So, to them I ask….why don’t you attend some of the many local community festivals and Days” events? Those activities seem to be open season for all sorts of amusing and sometimes frightening fashion statements.

Some of us, “so round, so firm and so fully packed” examples of humankind even adorn ourselves with hardware and ink.

Not me! I’ve always felt the good Lord created all of us with the necessary amount of holes in our bodies to function quite well. The only time I might deviate from that thought would be for medical reasons and then it would be, “get in there, fix what’s broke, and get out!”

Excessive hardware or ink is no respecter of gender…and like a good martini, too many tend to diminish one’s judgement. Now there is art and then there is “nutz!” The art I can appreciate, the nutz, not so much!

My mind keeps moving forward to the day when these excessively pierced and tattooed individuals find themselves in a nursing home. It won’t bother me, I’ll be long gone, but the caregivers who will be there are going to be in for some interesting moments.

Take for instance the delicate butterfly on a 20-something’s cleavage…it is art..and it is moving….at 80 it could look like a vulture dive-bombing her elastic waistband thermo-knits!

And then there are the muscular men who sport such things as a coiled snake on their shoulder…by 80 the muscle is gone and the snake is hanging in their armpits.

I’m thinking there will be many interesting conversations around the break room coffee pot for those in the medical field for years to come!

Back in the days of my youth on the Plains of Pleasanton, Foothills of Malcolm, if I had ever come home with anything pierced or tattooed I also would have had the imprint of Dad’s boot in the seat of my pants! Mercy! I can’t imagine the commotion that would have caused….and it wouldn’t have mattered if I was still living at home or not!

So there you have it…the world we live in is changing…some say we are more tolerant…some say they just don’t care.

As Usual,

PJ

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Pauline Jaquish is the author of “Uncommon Sense.” You can reach her at Pj646@centurytel.net.