Showing posts with label Bathing Suits. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bathing Suits. Show all posts

Thursday, April 24, 2008

You Say Tomato. I Say THAT IS INCORRECT.

I got a new bathing suit the other day. After trying on approximately four skillion bathing suits. You know how that is. Just when you think you are surely going to find the perfect suit because you have chosen about one skillon to bring in the dressing room and they are all DARLING ON THE HANGER, they all look awful and show your white, cellulite-y thighs in the worst possible way. So you have to get completely dressed and go out and choose about one skillion more and start all over again. I wish someone would invent a store where women could just walk around naked, choosing bathing suits and nobody would be the least bit inhibited. But that's probably not going to happen. It would be slightly difficult to keep the men out, for one thing.

But I found the perfect one. Finally. It has a black bottom half and the top is polka dot. Darling. Of course, I just found out the other day that Liz has purchased a brand new polka dot bikini which would, more than likely, just possibly fit on ONE of my thighs, so she is probably going to show me up on the beach. But as long as I am alone, I will look fabulous.

But here's where I'm going with this. I was reading this post by Antique Mommy the other day and my first reaction was "Cool! I might win a new bathing suit!" and my second reaction was "Who calls them swimming suits??" I have always said bathing suit. Which, in hindsight, doesn't make as much sense as swimming suit because, really, you are not BATHING, you are SWIMMING.

Bathing sounds like something a delicate Southern flower did when they wore those old-fashioned wool bathing suits with the long legs and the matching ruffled caps. But of course, I AM a delicate Southern flower, so it TOTALLY makes sense to call it a bathing suit. My mom always called it a bathing suit. And she actually IS a delicate Southern flower, so maybe that's why we all call them that in my family.

So I started wondering. Always a dangerous thing. This can result in posts about buttered Pop-Tarts. I wondered who called it a swimming suit. And who calls it a bathing suit. And then I realized. I could TOTALLY create an online poll. Something I have been dying to do. But I never had an issue I thought was silly enough quite enough of a time-waster vitally important. So here it is. Let's just see how many people call it a swimming suit. And how many call it a bathing suit. What about you?