We went to Schlitterbahn today (it’s supposedly the best water park in the country). And frankly, we’ll probably never go back. It was a cool park and all, but the lines! I do not enjoy standing in line for an hour for a 2 minute tube ride. I think I will homeschool my kids solely so that we can always go to parks on weekdays and avoid lines. Besides, I sort of adore Disneyland and how everything is so well-maintained and so clean and nice. It makes it a bit hard to go somewhere where trash litters the ground, everything runs in a bit of a haphazard manner, and many rides look a bit of the duct tape and twine variety.
The other disturbing thing to me was how many people thought their bikini was a really fabulous idea. My mom likes to joke that people in Vegas (people on vacation down at the Strip, not necessarily the people who live there) seem to lose all sense of reality about what is appropriate to wear; you see people wearing clothing that ought never have been purchased, let alone placed on their bodies. Stretchy gold mini-skirts, tiny little tube tops, etc. You think of the worst outfit you can imagine on a body least suited to that outfit and you will see it within 10 minutes of people-watching on the Strip.
I think water parks are even worse. We saw approximately 10,000 people today, and we determined that only about 3 of them should have been wearing a bikini. It’s not that people can’t wear anything they darn well please. It’s that even the thin ones would have looked so much better in a one piece swimsuit where their flab would have been better concealed, their swimsuit would have not been so droopy, and their less-than-perfect skin would have been all nicely covered. I saw enough cellulite to scare me into the gym for another 50 years.
I mean, I’m pretty tiny (barely 101 pounds clothed and with tennis shoes on), I haven’t been pregnant, and I workout regularly, and I would still never wear a bikini because, frankly, I don’t like my stomach enough to force 10,000 people to witness it. And I feel quite confident in saying that after 10 more years and several babies, I will probably be even less likely to want to do so.
I cover my stomach as a public service for my fellowmen. And I’d sure love it if they’d do the same.