Thе Sυmmеr of Toplessness

The weatherman called for rain this weekend, so naturally it's been exceptionally sunny and warm. In fact, we've been enjoying a whole string of unseasonably high temperatures and clear skies up here in Toronto, Canada. However, I'd say we've just about seen the last of the sun for a while. So, now seems the natural time to assess the success of the new topless law in Ontario.

For those of you who don't know, toplessness has been legal here since last fall. Which means women now have the right to go naked from the waist up if they so desire. And this summer was the first chance women have really had to take advantage of this law. Although it never seemed to get hot enough to warrant removing their tops, several women did anyway.

And you know what happened?

Nothing.

There were no car accidents, no r4pes, no corrupted children. All the horrors that were predicted never materialized. That's because, just as I've always said, women's breasts inspire admiration, not aggression; morality, not irresponsibility; curiosity, not hatred. It is hatred of female sexuality, and the push to cover it up, that causes hatred of women.

Even with its squeeky clean record, though, toplessness may still be doomed. After all, lap dancing (a form of stripping that allowed the viewer to touch the dancer, only with her permission), which, like toplessness, was allowed only recently, was banned last summer, in spite of an equally clean record.

Serial killers don't need a real reason to attack women.

Apparently, neither do governments.

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