The Beijing Bikini. Or Beijing-kini. When it's ridiculously hot, as it usually is in the summertime, men with lift up their shirts so that it's just above their stomachs. While it looks ridiculous, many people do it.
Anyone that tells you that there's no fat people in China have clearly never visited the country themselves. The guiltiest of the Beijing Bikinis are the overweight men. The shirts rest perfectly on the tops of their pot-bellies, almost like showing them off with pride. It's really strange. It's always these kinds of men that do this. The men you don't want to see sporting that around.
Most of the time. This week, Persia and I had seen not one, but two unicorns in Beijing. Men with decent bodies sporting the Beijing-kini. The one that Persia saw was a man that had muscles. Jacked. While the one I saw wasn't muscular, but he still had a fit form. Thin, but toned.
These unicorns do exist. There are probably more unicorns in this city that I realize. Maybe I'll find others. Not just with the Beijing-kini, but maybe I'll find a place where people know what a line is. You never know. Unicorns are real, people. Unicorns are real.
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