Sunny Bellies!

Summer has officially started.

Every minute that the morning advances from sunrise, it becomes hotter, and hotter. There is hardly ever a cloud in the sky as if the sun of Dubai shies from hiding behind a veil. You can literally see the long morning shadows grow shorter before your eyes retreating from concrete sidewalks suitable for frying eggs and BBQ'ing steaks!

Dubai sun is not timid little London sun or even a don’t-worry-be-happy Caribbean sun. Dubai sun is a fierce, aggressive beast that doesn’t get intimidated by the shadows of skyscrapers or 100% tinted glass. If you happen to forget to prop the reflective sun barrier against the windshield in your car, then be prepared to drive off with scraps of blistered skin left on the steering wheel.

Moreover, the heat pinches the energy out of the air rendering it immobile. While blasting the air conditioner to the max only churns the hot air with less cooling effect than might be produced by a wooden spoon stirring the contents of a bubbling soup pot.

Consequently, summer fashion is officially revealed. And revealed it is!
Skin tight shorts and tube tops stretched so extravagantly that they might kill bystanders if they snapped! Women are temptation packaged for easy access (very easy!).
My problem with this is simply the ample showing of the abs or in most cases the flabs!
Ladies, if you don’t have a midriff as tight as a drum, please HIDE it. No one is interested in seeing fat-formed tires in the skin.
And trust me; bare love handles are not sexy.
If you choose to ignore me and decide that the blubber around your waist is a must see and the rest of the world should have a view of it, then PLEASE wax it.

Hairy abs are exclusive to chimpanzees!