Walking up Second Avenue just now, a gust of wind caught my skirt and up it billowed. In a flash, I threw a hand to my backside only to find it in contact with flesh. I looked around at the crowded sidewalks and I knew that I’d just graced a few dozen people with my bare tush.
My first inclination was to be mortified. But really, a bit of ass is nothing to be embarrassed about — especially in New York where you’re treated to much, much more on a regular basis. So, instead I decided to be deliriously entertained by the whole event and just stood there on the sidewalk laughing.
In the end, I think my petite burlesque made much less of a scene than my laughing fit. But because public displays of mania are also something you get used to in the City, I was not at all surprised when no one seemed to pay me a bit of mind.
God, I love this town.
That is so fabulous. I think I might consider moving there one day myself. Way to be confident, Fish.
so, was it a thong, or were you going commando? Inquiring pervs want to know.
I adore those fun little moments in life when you have to laugh at yourself. Reminded me of Fish does Monroe.
OH wow! I pulled a Marylin today too!!!! It was a perfect day to wear a skirt…until I realized the breeze was a little *too* breezy..if ya catch my drift. There I am standing in the middle of D.C. ..one hand in front, on in back trying to remain a lady…I didnt handle it as gracefully as you did…hahaha perfect!
There is more beauty in living a life meant to please oneself rather than society than there could ever be desperation and pity. Your words are inspiration, and as I press on past the awkwardly borrowed time of college and jump into the so-called “adult world”, I will have notable proof that it isn’t a race. It’s a walk in the park.
And if my skirt flies up, just laugh and move on.
Life can be that simple sometimes.
pics?
i kid, i kid
Beautiful, I’m sorry I missed it. A bit of voyeuristic pleasure may have cheered me up in this hot smelly hole of a city.
I saw a woman have the same problem in Chicago, except she was ununable to wrestle her skirt down to a modest level for a minute or two, Windy City indeed.
too funny.
Thank God for a little “breeze” now and then…
It’s nice to know there are still people out there who can laugh at themselves and life in general…
Aw… now we can call you Flash!
So when I show people my bare bottom on the street it’s “illegal” but when a pretty girl does, it’s “hot.”
Damn these societal double standards.
“petite burlesque” ha.. so cute.
I remember my first flash. Feeling fantastically sexy and grown-up at a street fair on one of my first days at Barnard. Walking around like I had a spotlight on me at all times. Thinking, “Why are all these people looking at me. I must look –good–.”
And then realizing my skirt was tucked into my underwear.
Forgot underwear again?
Oooh La La…hahaha!!!
Laugh like there is no tomorrow…even if it is at yourself! You have hit upon my most treasured philosophy of life.
I never take myself so seriously that I cannot be amused by events such as you have described.
Congratulations on being the evening’s entertainment for someone. I’m sure you brightened their day!
Marilyn Monroe is one of my favorite classic legends. I applaud for pulling the scene off so gracefully, and getting the last laugh in the end.
i didn’t want to tell you but it happened again last night
Reading those kinds of stories make me miss New York even more.
I’m sure you made someone’s day!
Entirely bare, was it? Or was there a bit of a thong to be seen?
These are highly important fashion (?) questions. Heh.
First I missed your birthday, then I missed this??? Good heavens.
dammit. i miss all the good stuff.