Lilli Marleen

Lillis place for rants and musing about life, universe and the whole rest. Mostly left, mostly sarcastic, sometimes in german, sometimes in Lilli-english.

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As you might see soon, english is not my mothertongue. And since english speaking people are used to others stumble around in their language, I hope I don't make too much of an idiot of myself here. So - my deepest apologies adressed to the English Language for not worshipping her better.

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Blogs I like:
Arons Israel Peace Weblog
Daddy, Papa & Me
ectophensis
The Lefty Directory
view from the back window of my pickup truck
Hi, I'm black!
Eschaton
Papa Scott
A Fistful Of Euros
The Russian Dilettante
Little Yellow Different


German Blogs I read:

ap-project
Lyssas Lounge
London Leben
industrial-technology and witchcraft
Anke Groener
Almost a Diary
Denkmetho.de
l.o.g
lawblog
Beruf Terrorist
blog.nrwspd.de


Other links:
Social Democrats in Germany
Die Zeit
(a german newspaper)
Spiegel
(the german magazine)
Underground
Internet Ancient History Sourcebook
Roots of English Dictionary
Rautavistische Universitaet


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Freitag, August 06, 2004
 
No topless over 60?

I'm sorry (or rather not), but even when Romania wants to become the new Balenaro or Lloret de Mar, in advertizing for young people's holidays (kiddies, I mean, 15 or 16 years old, who are allowed alone the forst times by their parents), I can't see a single reason why women over 60 should not be allowed to go topless on the beach as long as it is allowed.

Why? They think it looks ugly.

Hell - most men in bathing trousers look extremely ugly, because you can't see the trousers with the belly hanging over to the knees. Who tells those men how awful they look?
Who tells them about the ultimate crime - wearing white tennis socks -?
None.
At least no woman, because we're way too polite to do it.

But too much politeness was never a thing I was successfully accused of.