Other than politics and celebrities, the evening news is mostly about the recession. Everyone is talking about saving money, or ways to cut back on spending money, or ways to earn more money. As most of you know, I am a genius, and this next idea is going to prove it. Let’s all cut way, way back; all the way back to Adam and Eve. Let’s become nudists!
We have all had to give up things for this economic down-turn. We have had to give up going out to eat, getting new cars, cell phones, cable TV; some of us have even had to give up our homes. I say let’s give up our clothes too! What we all really crave is living in a simpler time, well, now is the chance!
Now, I know what you are thinking, “This is so crazy, it just might work!” Think of all the money it would save if we didn’t have to buy clothes anymore. We would save a fortune in socks and underwear alone! Sometimes the big problems have the simplest solutions, and I can’t think of a simpler solution than everyone just getting naked. So c’mon people, America actually needs the shirt off of your back . . . for reals.
Every movement needs a slogan, so I have been brainstorming and here is what I have so far. How about: “Don’t be loathed, get unclothed!” Or how about: “The economy has flipped, let’s all get stripped!” Or maybe: “C’mon Dude, just get nude!” And lastly: “Get more sun, expose your buns!” Ok, these are just to get us going, once things really take off (pun totally intended), I am sure I can come up with something a little more catchy.
Seriously America, what else have we got to lose? We are running out of things to get rid of in these tough economic times. With most of our money, possessions and our dignity already gone, we have nothing else to lose but our clothes. In case you are still unsure of the nudist movement, I have taken the liberty of making a pros and cons list, so that the decision to go au natural will be obvious.
Easier to go through screening at the airport, no need for an x-ray and we wouldn’t have to waste time taking off our shoes.
No more sweat shops (take that Kathy Lee Gifford).
I was always told when I give a speech to “imagine everyone in the audience naked” so that I will be less nervous, now, there would be no reason to imagine.
There would now be no reason to “moon” anyone.
Some federal money might finally be allocated for finding a cure for some of the world’s most horrible diseases like: cankles, cellulite, varicose veins, stretch marks, and saddle bags.
People could shave messages and designs into their back hair.
My sisters would stop borrowing my clothes without asking.
Magazines would stop air-brushing cover models because, really, what would be the point?
A woman might finally be elected president!
Snuggies would finally go out of business.
No more surprises on blind dates, what you see is what you get!
Getting a new summer wardrobe would mean buying earrings and/or a new sweatband.
Wicker and leather furniture would finally be eradicated from the Earth!
Everyone could take turns being “streakers” at sporting events.
No more laundry!
Two words: “snow angels.”
It would be hard to find workers for the deli-counter (Hello! There is a meat slicer back there).
Parent-teacher conferences would be even more uncomfortable.
It would cause malnutrition in those around me.
Law enforcement/police officers—where does the badge go?
I have too much money invested in Spanx and control-top pantyhose to just let that dream die.
Campfires and stray sparks would be a health hazard.
There would no longer a reason to go to Vegas.
Letting people sit on my furniture would be problematic.
I cannot afford that much plastic surgery.
Back Fat/Front Fat.
I would have to shave my legs at least once a month, maybe more often.
Where would I put my change?
The words diarrhea and incontinence would take on a whole new meaning.
I spent, like, ten bucks on one of those clips for my cell phone and I would never get to use it.
Hazard pay, and workers compensation, would go up for welders, loggers, sheet metal workers, and anyone who has to cook bacon.
Accidentally seeing “plumber’s crack” would be the least of my worries.
I would never be able to give anyone a ride in my car . . . ever.
I started spreading the “naked truth” as I like to call it, and my sister, who is anti-everything, had this to say about my idea, “Yeah, but wouldn’t everyone see you naked?”
“Yes,” I told her. “Did you not listen to the entire propaganda, I mean, idea?”
“Yes, I heard you. But I think there is a flaw in your ‘plan.’”
I assured her, “No, way, this baby is air-tight.”
“Oh, yeah? Well, it isn’t like everyone we know is a super-model. All those people that shop at Wal-Mart would now be seen in ‘all their glory.’ Also, have you met my mechanic, Flirty-Bertie? The guy with one brown eye and one blue eye, and both eyes look in opposite directions? Well, people like that would be ‘in flagrante.’ All. The. Time. How would I ever get away from him then? Besides, he is the only person on the planet who thinks of me as a goddess, why ruin the illusion? I am sorry, but I am keeping my clothes on.”
“Well with my new plan maybe your husband would think you were a goddess.”
“There is no way I am going to let my husband see me naked!”
“But I am trying to save America! You know, the ‘land of the free, home of the brave?’”
“No one should be that ‘free’ and no one that is sane is that ‘brave.’”
“I bet John F. Kennedy had the same reaction from his family when he tried to change things too.”
“And, he was assassinated.”
“Yes, he was probably taken-out by his own sister on the grassy knoll wearing his favorite cashmere sweater (without asking) and scuffing up his new leather boots!”
“I said I was sorry! But I am still not going buff!”
“Fine, we all wear clothes! But stop borrowing mine! Are you happy now?"
I am sorry America, another great idea nixed by lobbyists. Well, if we have to buy clothes anyway, I guess we can charge them. Who has the president's Visa? Mastercard? Anyone? I wonder if they can just add it to my national debt tab? I'm coming Macy's!