I was chatting with my nephew about university and its associated hi-jinks, and he mentioned Bermuda Shorts Day. It’s been an end-of-term tradition at University of Calgary since the 1960s, but there was a kerfuffle this year because the administrators prohibited the campus pub from serving alcohol during the event.
My mind boggled. It’s a university end-of-year party and they’re shutting down the pub?!?
I guess I’d understand it if I pretended to be a responsible adult for a moment. A massive piss-up isn’t healthy for the participants or pleasant for those who have to clean up afterward, but still. The twenty-something rebel inside my brain was scandalized. It’s university! End of classes! It’s supposed to be a piss-up!
The funny part was the apparent implication of Bermuda shorts as culprits, as if none of these mature and responsible students would ever even consider partying hearty except while under the influence of evil garments.
I made some crack about ‘subversive shorts’, and my nephew laughed. “That sounds like a title for one of your blog posts,” he said.
Well, dang, he’s right.
So what constitutes subversive shorts? Judging by the news photos in which they’re wearing either long pants or Daisy-Dukes, these kids wouldn’t recognize real Bermuda shorts if they crawled up their legs and gave them a wedgie. But that’s okay. I wasn’t sure what was so special about Bermuda shorts, either, so I looked them up. Turns out the only defining characteristic of Bermuda shorts is their length, about 1” above the knee: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bermuda_shorts. How anti-climactic.
But I speculated that since the military have worn them for so long without causing chaos, there must be something else about them that incites people to the kind of uncontrolled drinking and mayhem that the U of C apparently fears.
When I envision Bermuda shorts, my mental image isn’t of the restrained and dignified version described in the Wikipedia article. I tend to think of them in bright madras plaid, which might be enough to incite violence among those opposed to plaid. So maybe the psychotropic component of Bermuda shorts is loud patterns paired with pasty white legs:
But maybe this is all merely the deranged imagining of a heavily medicated mind. I’m currently stoned on antihistamines, so my brain function isn’t to be trusted.
In fact, neither are my optical functions: A few days ago I served myself a slice of pizza at the table before turning away to replace the pan in the oven. Hubby’s laughter made me turn, only to realize that the plate I’d seen in my mind wasn’t actually there at all. My hot slice of pizza was lying in the middle of a naked placemat.
And get this: I had modelled those loud shorts only a couple of hours earlier.
Coincidence? I think not. The shorts must’ve subverted what was left of my brain. An uncontrollable drinking binge can’t be far away.
Loud shorts: Love ‘em or hate ‘em?
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