Oh hai sugars! It's your old pal Kiki checking in from Germany. There are a lot of things that I love about German culture--the work hard/play hard mindset, the food, the drinks, the architecture, small town living (seriously, you walk down the street with my mom in the morning and it's straight out of Beauty and the Beast with everyone saying "Guten Morgen" to each other). Some things drive me a little crazy--stubbornness, formalism, the dirty looks I get when I'm being a loud American. But one thing I'll never grow tired of: the speedo. My first day here, my brother said let's go to the pool since he has two three-year-olds to entertain. He asked if I wanted to come along and of course I said yes because I knew going to the pool in Germany meant one thing--speedos.
Germans love speedos. EVERYBODY wears them. You might think that young people maybe would get with the program and realize that not even Olympic swimmers wear them anymore and that they might want to give swim trunks a try, but you'd be wrong. German men apparently want to show off the goods. This of course turns me into a snickering, giggling idiot each time we go to the pool because I can't stop giggling over how SILLY men look in them! There is this one regular at the pool--this guy must be in his late 60s, he's in retirement, he's about as bronze as the Tan Mom from New Jersey, and when he sunbathes, he turns his speedo into a thong. Because apparently he wants to make me laugh and blush at the same time.
I can't wrap my mind around anyone thinking this look is ok especially considering there are nice, fashionable alternatives! Yet the Germans, in their infinite stubbornness, still rock the speedos (and listen to David Hasselhoff). God bless 'em.
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