Howdy all! So, I’ve been moving the last week, and thus have been out of the loop on all this bikini hoopla that’s been occurring. I’ve just gotten up to speed, and I have something to say. Something that originally came from my husband.
Think of a gorgeous, sleek, expensive, sports car. As it drives past, people notice. And they know that that’s a fast car. Everyone knows it’s a fast car. You can tell a mile away that it’s a fast car. You’d have to be a complete idiot to not know what kind of car it is.
Now picture a jacked up muscle car with the hood off to expose the wildly chromed-out engine. This is the car owner who is so desperate for everyone to notice the size of the engine that he’s going to make an ostentatious show of it. There you have the woman in a bikini. The woman who’s loudly screaming at everyone in this and adjoining counties that she’d like everyone to notice the size of the engine.
Seriously ladies. Which car would you rather be? People seem to think that if they’re not the muscle car then everyone will think they’re slow. But it’s not like we are only given a choice between being a low-class muscle car or a rusted-out Volkswagen Rabbit Pickup. There are more options out there. A Lamborghini doesn’t have to take the hood off. Everyone knows it’s fast.
Be the Lamborghini. (Not the Goat.)
Upon reflection . . . that goat remark may be a little ambiguous. So for anyone who didn’t get it, I have found a helpful visual aid. Here is a goat. (As in, a GTO.)