Carnival is a time for revelry and the celebration of freedom, now in days gone by that meant colorful costumes made by local tailors and wire benders, iron band and steel pan, calypso and soca music and dancing in the streets.
But that is when I was a girl, now it’s all about the spectacle of the costume and by that I mean how scant it can be.
Sigh societies change, norms and values shift , the times they are a moving, in a positive direction to where women are encouraged to embrace their bodies. Be they the hard bodied bikini types, or the plump Nubian princesses like myself. Our fore-mothers after all burned many a playtex and victoria secret for our rights, for our equality.
That being said notice anything as the costume progress through the years? Our men, our brother, those to whom we fought to be equal are disproportionately covered. What really can this be? Why are our brothers not afforded the same choices in their mode of dress or lack there of as we are?
Being relegated to baggy basketball shorts, and chest hiding, ab blocking costumes that do nothing to highlight their masculine charms. Outrage I say. Why should our men, be shamed into hiding behind this forced sequined “modesty”? While we sisters are free to all and any form of physical expression we see fit? Isn’t this what we fought against? Didn’t many a bra meet it’s doom to allow us to overcome the ills of society shaming us into feeling less and less about our physical appearance? So why would be do this to our men?
Ladies it’s time something was said, time something was done, to free the sweet buns, shapely legs, broad shoulders and sex…uh I mean..six pack glory or not, of our fellow human beings, our partners in crime, our brothers, our lovers, OUR eye candy. Join me and all our brothers to stop the body shaming of the Caribbean man on carnival day.