Sight pollution
So on Friday the sun came out. Big deal? The thing is good old England hasn’t had any sun for a whole year, it’s been grey skies, rain, snow, and more grey skies; did I mention grey skies? Anyway; so I decided to ditch my lovely companion the trustworthy winter coat and go out and about in the sun for a change.
Outside was a picture of true bliss; sunshine, blue skies, fully blossomed daffodils and dandelions and the smell of sun, grass and spring. At this point I would like to add that the weather was warm but not warm enough to be out in just a t-shirt and jeans; you’ll see why I’m making this point soon. So I was walking along enjoying all the flowers feeling like I’d just come out of hibernation after a long and dreary winter when complete and utter sight pollution entered my visual fields. She was in her late thirties in denim hot-pants, flip flops, and a tank top that was way too low for anywhere other than the bedroom. On top of the over-exposure of flesh; the woman had lathered herself in an obese-overdose of fake tan, hence turning her orange – best described as jaundice gone wrong with a hint of tango. She looked utterly ridiculous, I actually cringed when I saw her 
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That wasn’t all; the more I walked the more sight pollution I came across. A man in his twenties topless with his jeans low; now I don’t have much of a problem with low jeans, but this guy’s butt-crack was on full display. Did I mention Gross? Also; love-handles leakage – not cool. Teenage girls in mini-skirts and torn pieces of material – which they classify as tops. Do I sound old now?
Seriously? I understand that the sun comes out after a whole year but I don’t appreciate the over-exposure around here; does this happen in other countries? Maybe people around here just get so excited to see the sun they decide to strip and it’s some sort of sunshine-celebration ritual…..God knows. Anyway, I’m sure Mother Nature is pretty pissed off with you over-exposing orange people ruining the view.
Anyhow cutting a rant short. If you’re British, and reading this; please save the over-exposure for the beach, and try and understand the weather in England cannot be classified as hot – other than the 2 days a year of ‘heat wave’ that we get. Furthermore; if you use more than your fair share of fake tan – please stop, it makes you look like you’re in the final stages of acute liver failure and have been tangoed all at the same time. And finally, if you’re one of those people who pollutes innocent people’s visual fields and who also abuses fake tan and you’re offended by this post; feel free to vent in the comments section below.
Good night 
I want a photo!! Thats so funny. Im not sure we do it in my neck of the woods. You see statisticaly America is the most obese nation. So.. I have sight polution all the time, and have learned to have selective eyesite. I do includ myself in that description. Oh how I miss the days when I could wear a half-shirt with pride.
It’s not so much the obesity that gets to me its more the ‘I don’t need to see all of that’ over-exposure. I might take an undercover pic one day and enlighten my readers…:P
I agree with your sensibility in not appreciating a visual onslaught of bad taste.
Here’s a respectful male observation regarding the sporting rules” of “people watching”:
I’m sure there’s a nice chunk of psychology attached to what I have noticed!
1. While I notice those who visually assault the public with their poor taste in clothing and skin exposure, I rarely or possibly never mention that I noticed it to wife or friends.
2. While I know it exists, over the years I’ve heard very little from my male co-workers or friends where they are voicing opinions or commenting on matters similar to the ones you listed.
3. My wife is the first to observe a woman in the mall who may be wearing an obnoxious selection of clothing, even if it has modest coverage.
4. My wife is the first to comment on how seductively a woman may be walking next to us in the super market, even though I was oblivious and enjoying the moment as I held my wife’s hand.
5. I never mention the bikini’s and cellulite on the beach but my wife and her lady friends often do.
6. I many notice but never mention the funny perfume smell that flows from the adjoining restaurant dinner table and onto ours, but my wife and other ladies sharing our table are sure to make a verbal note of it.
7. I may not notice the transparency of a woman’s clothing as we walk in the park, but my eyes are shielded by my wife’s hand as we pass by.
8. I may notice the hip-hugger’s and trophy thong as I ride the escalator to the top, but I’m more likely fascinated by the mechanical churning of the stairs I am riding.
9. Big breast’s little breast’s, they’re all the same to me, yet I’ve heard more women complain and comment that: those are fake, and that pair’s too big, that gal needs a reduction, and that poor gal, look at her lop-sided pair.
10. Just wondering…..Do most males inherently refrain from commenting or joining in and sharing these observation’s as a form of self preservation? I hate conflict and would rather be known for “not noticing” rather than being questioned as to why I was looking in the first place!
Just goes to show that women are more perceptive in these situations, more attention to detail and a lot more critical! The critical part though is a big big negative because I think when it comes down to judging our own appearance, we’re our own worst enemies
Your observations were helpful, made me think and they’re really interesting thank you for those
Nice blog!
Thank you
I agree, nothing worse than too much flesh on display. I hate it when that happens in my gym too. Why do these people seem to think it’s okay?
This post made my roll on the floor dying of laughter…or rofl for short >.>… I live in Florida so sight pollution during all times of the day and year are normal around here, but I definitely agree that there are some people that just shouldn’t leave their houses without full dress…or just not leave their houses.
People should just STOP with the Snookie tan. It’s gross. It’s nasty. It’s just straight up orange.