Thought for Food

Free peepshow in Park Slope!

Bite of Pythias once said that the first thing he does upon returning home is take off his pants. Pantless, he said, is the default position for men. I picture a million single men, eating that TV dinner, poppin’ open another can of Schlitz, and blogging — without pants. (But they’re wearing boxers or something, right?)

My default position? No shirt. I am almost always topless when I am at home and blogging. Unless my roommates are up and about. But since they tend to go to bed at least an hour before me, and since I work from home half the time, I spend many hours in this big open-plan apartment of ours just like the lawd intended me, from the waist up anyway (I do have to sit on something, you know.)

The thing is, our Brooklyn apartment comes complete with an exposed brick wall, high ceilings, and three 6-foot windows. There are no window treatments. There is just the apartment across the way, which has its own 6-foot windows, one of which looks into the building’s central stairwell.*

Obviously, I don’t care. My blogging brain works better when my breasts are free.

(Same goes for cooking. Ain’t nothing can beat some topless cooking. Or, for modesty’s sake, bikini baking. It’s the only way to bake at the sweaty crux of summer.)

* I am exaggerating a bit. From where I sit, I am not visible from the central stairwell window bank. But I get up a lot.