Gah. At what point does it become not okay to force your neuroses on other people?
In Richmond Kentucky, Kymberly Clem purchased a dress in the local mall. The following day, the twenty year old Eastern Kentucky University student wore that same dress back to the mall. Ten minutes later, a mall rent-a-cop approached her, made her turn in a circle while he “inspected” her, and then escorted her from the premises.
“He made me turn all the way around while he stared me up and down,” Kymberly said. “The only thing he said was that other people didn’t like the way I looked, so he wanted me to leave.”
The guard also said several women had complained because their husbands were staring at her, she said.
That’s right. If you turn the head of some prudish old church lady’s husband, you’re too sexy for the Richmond Mall.
Even the people coming to her defense are just not getting it, though.
Her sister Kendra is quoted in the article, thus:
“It’s discrimination and she has the right to wear what she wants. We’re just trying to make people understand that you can’t (discriminate). I think as Americans, we have the right to wear what we would like as long as we are not showing any private body parts.”
Why the final caveat? Why is there the presumption that showing “private” body parts in our society is inherently negative?
Similarly, a local blogger comments with the presumption that the body is to be hidden away, that nudity is intrinsically bad:
“It was short, but showed nothing that is illegal to show. Personally, I’ve seen worse on Eastern’s campus than what this young lady was wearing.”
“Worse”? Define “worse” for me. And why is your definition of “worse” any better than mine, or Kate’s, or Kymberly’s or Lenny’s Pizza Delivery Guy’s?
Some days, I just want to scream.
UPDATE: Elizabeth does a wonderful job of articulating exactly what’s wrong with this picture. Don’t miss Michael’s comment, immediately following.