There’s something comic about relying on external things to define modesty and composure. We build invisible fences around our bodies out of social code and textile, and when those fences fail, the social script cracks in interesting ways. People invent explanations in real time: it’s a prank; a wardrobe malfunction; a daring performance art piece. Each one tells you more about the teller than the teller’s facts.
Why do we still suffer? Why haven't engineers solved this? My Swimming Trunks Have Been Sucked Off
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