Skimpy threads in public

Charlestonians have enjoyed a vigorous discussion about the attire of coeds, tourists and any who push the envelope when it comes to dress. Friends, who shall remain nameless, comment galore on social media, especially about bikinis around Colonial Lake, Marion Square and running or walking across the Cuzway. Someone tossed the rulebook a few decades ago, but public nudity remains a no-no in these southern parts, so to speak.

 Dress standards

Some 30 years ago, the bars and nightclubs were not stuffy but seemed to have a more grown-up approach to being on the town. Shagging late night at the East Bay Trading Company was not rare; equally common, one would see patrons in jackets and ties with ladies in dresses or skirts. Classic style in dress has no stuffy connotations in Charleston where celebratory behavior is legendary.

New marching tune

Speaking of celebrations and turning to Carolina Day, one observer wrote down a few tunes to sing during the parade to White Point Garden. With apologies to General Johnson, hum this to the music of “Carolina Girls.” Try this when wrapped in seersucker: “Carolina Day/Chased the British away./The patriots are so fine/They are one of kind. Sweet Carolina Day./You make me say wooo (Carolina … nothing finer) with the legends of you.” Readers should feel free to send their own versions for our consideration.

Channeling Peter Parker?

Meanwhile, Lowcountry observers — all in full Carolina Day mode — have no controversial airings such as that in Rupert Murdock’s Land Down Under where, perhaps channeling her inner Peter Parker, the Duchess of Cambridge let the wind confirm her commando style. A Hessian tabloid took care of the rest — a naughty deed that confirms all that is rotten in Denmark, London or Sydney.

Radio ad offensive as a tabloid

We know instinctively to avoid the tabloids but the radio also? Riding on I-26 in the Midlands, your Rambler was listening to the radio as a friend scanned for stations. The radio locked briefly on 101.3 FM in Orangeburg from which the station played a commercial that went something like this: “Come to the baby mama draft pick party. Get laid, get paid and get an Escalade.” The Rambler brings this to your attention as we consider various public policy options regarding protecting the family. We hear from various faith-based institutions, the president and his party, many pro-family groups, the Republicans and many other activists on all sides. Accusations go back and forth; the race card comes to visit too often. We trust that the targeted African-American citizens of the Midlands are horrified and offended by this radio station’s commercial and will lead the charge to counterattack those who exploit them.

Mercury newspapers can be found at the following locations:

Burbage's

Buxton Books

Caviar & Bananas

The Meeting Street Inn (Rack)

Clair's Service Station, Folly Rd. (Rack)

Harris Teeter, Houston-Northcutt Blvd. (Rack)

Mt. Pleasant Library, Mathis Ferry Rd. (Rack)

Pitt St. Pharmacy

The Square Onion, I'On (Rack)