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BATHING SUIT HELL or My War with the Madonna Suit

Melodie Campbell
Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Last week I had to do something that engenders the kind of enthusiasm that might be associated with a mass accident on the Gardiner Expressway.

I went shopping for a bathing suit.

“Do you have anything with winches?” I say to sweet little Clerkette.

“Is that a brand name?” She squeaks back.

It is obvious from the start this isn’t going to work. Clerkette looks all of sixteen. She comes back with a two piece that might possibly fit a Barbie Doll. A real one, not life-size.

“Let me make this clearer,” I say patiently. “Things have happened to my body in the last twenty years. I may be a little hard to fit.”

“No problem,” she says cheerfully. “We have just the thing.”

I look around the store. Walls of colorful bathing suits on racks, all looking about size 2. The price tags, however, are size 20. Why is it that the smaller the article, the greater the cost?

Clerkette comes back with a couple of fuchsia ribbons hanging from her fingers. “Try this,” she says. “It’s a Tanga. They fit everyone.”

I squint at the ribbons. “Where is it?” I say.

Men don’t have to deal with this. No, indeed. Here’s what happens when a man goes into a store:

Man: “I need a bathing suit.”

Clerk: “Do you want blue or red?”

Man: “Blue is good. How much?”

But back to Clerkette. I try again.

“Do you have something that is a little more structured, if you know what I mean. Something that ‘lifts and redistributes’.”

“Ah!” says Clerkette. “You want our ‘Madonna’ model.”

She hands me a steely black suit with hard cups that looks something like a medieval torture device.

“Perfect!” I say. I go into the wee change room to try it on.

What ensues is a monumental fight between me and the suit that lasts about fifteen minutes. (Shoppers: 0, Fiendish Designers: 1) Finally, various bits of me have been forced into the chambers allotted to them. Breathing is possible, barely. I look in the mirror. The result is not bad.

Which is a good thing, because there’s not a chance in hell I’ll ever get out of it.

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