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...bikinis kept popping up, traditionalists denounced the trend as an "unhealthy wind." But puritanical worries quickly gave way to more practical considerations. Bluntly put, if Chinese women hoped to compete internationally, they would have to show a little more flesh. Peking finally came around and ruled that bikinis could be worn at the Shenzhen contest. The Chinese press soberly hailed the itsy, bitsy swatches as a "great challenge to the traditional concepts and remnants of feudal ideology." An appreciative whistle might have made the point just as nicely...
...Agusan del Sur province in 2005. One bullet hit her neck and ripped an exit through her armpit, while a second drilled into her thigh. "All I could think was, 'If I die here, I die for the people,'" she recalls. But within weeks Lenlen had recovered-young flesh heals fast-and by December 2005 she had joined a weapons raid by 43 rebels on a police headquarters in nearby Loreto town that netted a dozen firearms and killed two policemen. Their deaths don't bother her. "They tried to fight back," she shrugs...
...investment banker or a software executive. But in this sex-saturated city, where the red-light district is not a district as much as a web of go-go bars that covers the entire city, the rush to judgment is understandable. No modern capital is as open about its flesh trade as Bangkok is. Nor does my gender preclude me from generous offers. Touts invite me to watch sex shows in which teenage girls shoot ping-pong balls from their nethers. Or would I prefer darts? Or balloons? (I have caught the ping-pong show, and the athleticism, if nothing...
...Their bra straps do not peek out from under their shirts. A local newspaper recently ran an advice column counseling that girls should not get their ears pierced before the age of 18. Walking the residential lanes of Bangkok, you rarely see decolletage or muffin-tops, those rolls of flesh that peek out between hip-huggers and shrunken tank-tops. But then you turn a corner and a clutch of women gyrate in front of a bar in costumes that would make a Hooter's waitress blush. Cassius the schnauzer is the only one who doesn't notice...
...becomes ludicrous. "Hath not a Jew eyes?" asked Shylock. Today the question is more pointed: Hath not a Jew--or an Arab, or an African, or a baby, or a dog--a cerebral cortex and a thalamus? The undeniable fact that we are all made of the same neural flesh makes it impossible to deny our common capacity to suffer...