Castellammare di Stabia is a town on the sea near Naples. I learned all I needed to know about Italian driving there when we took a room in a high-rise hotel and found that our balcony overlooked an unmarked and incredibly busy Italian intersection. It was beautiful chaos to the American eye, unstoppable patterns of improvised form meeting function to the Italian one. No one was hurt, injured or numbed from watching or participating, although a bottle of wine was consumed in amazement over it.
Now we hear, first through an article on Blogging Pompeii, that the town has had the misfortune of having an anti-thigh administration (odd for a beach town) which is darned close to banning miniskirts. On women, presumably.
Oh, the things we fought for and won in the late 60s and 70s are heading down the drain faster than personal privacy and governments of, by and for the people (RIP).
Mr Bobbio, from the centre-right People of Freedom party, says he wants to target people who are “rowdy, unruly or simply badly behaved”. ~ Italian seaside town planning miniskirt ban
Lovely how the People of Freedom don’t want anyone to have it.
There will also be a ban on sunbathing, playing football in public places, and blasphemy, if the proposals are approved at a council meeting on Monday.
Isn’t it odd: as one side of the world is involved in slaughtering the other side over religious differences, we all head in the same direction at breakneck speed, covering “our” womenfolk, banning the acts of blasphemy and of touching pigskin. Ah, glorious Leviticus, perhaps some day soon we’ll all be able to take the train over to beautiful Castellammare di Stabia in order to zing some stones at sunbathing women. Nothing like yet another bloodbath to sooth the jangled nerves of moral and civilized people.
Somebody should do something about this. Or come to their senses. Soon.