What? You say the hurricane season is over now?
Mount St Helens is just gonna sit there and
mutter and smoke? No sudden, city-wrecking catastrophes?
There was never any Iraqi WMD in the first place?
Civilization may yet somehow endure?
Well, okay then... never mind... back to a happier world
where a burgeoning Indian middle class
buys provocative sleepwear at the click of
a mouse! Somehow, somehow, English-reading,
computer-literate, prosperous
Indian women, in their world-altering hordes,
are shedding centuries of matronly Hindu reticence
and resolving to rouse hubby's interest by
tucking themselves into siren-red nylon
camisoles... Where there were once pious acts
of suttee there are now marigold satin bikini tops.
One could create a functional barometer
of cultural sanity just by measuring the fabric
volumes of Burqas versus Provocative Sleepwear.
March on, dear Provocative Sleepwear... wherever
you nestle in the backs of bureaus, the wail
of sirens fades....
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