Bras in the parks, skivvies on Fifth Avenue: Is this the logical endpoint of increasingly blurred distinctions between public and private? (Guy Trebay for the NYT)

 

(to the tune 'Home on the Range.)

Oh, give me a home

where the nudists don't roam;

where the underwear stays quite unseen.

Where never is viewed

scanty clothing so lewd

that Hugh Hefner would call it obscene.

Bare, bare in the street --

where I'm seeing bold bosom and seat;

this summer the crowd

thinks full frontal's allowed

and my brain cannot hit the 'delete.'