Actually, I've never been a big fan of 'bikini' swimsuits on the erstwwhile 'better half'. I mean, it's not like what's under those teeny, tiny little triangles of fabric is unimaginable terra incognita, after all! My idea of a sexy swimsuit on a well-built wombin (sic) is a nice, snug one-piece tank-suit. As an artsy-schmartzy aesthete, I've always felt that 'artful concealment' enhances the imagination, which is, after all, that mysterious force at the core of allure and sexual attraction. Thus, the 'suggestion' of what's under that fabric is far more erotic and enticing than displaying the goods to an excessive extent (e.g. with a bikini that leaves NOTHING to the imagination). What you see you may get, but what you imagine you'll get usually typically far outstrips (no pun intended) that which is more easily visually accessed. That's my story and I'm a-stickin' to it!

As for the Bikini Atoll nuke tests, as the AEC never put it, "A-toll you once, a-toll you a thousand megatimes, we shoulda left fission to the piscatorial specialists!" :) [Sorry! Didn't mean to add to the con-fusion!]

Instinctively, beautiful young women know that wearing as little as possible is attractive to men. On the other hand, it's not the handsome young man that care, but the old, bug eyed coots that can't keep their eyeballs on where they're walking and trip over a grain of sand to a unfortunate sand related injury they never recover from.

You can replace a hip, but that will make you a young hippie!

Ron