I suppose if a healthy youngster walked along a street in a bathing suit to allow his or her youthful pores a little more oxygen from the meager amount obtainable in our smog-infested cities, he or she would be arrested. “Here now, none of that trying to keep a healthy body in this city. Go to the beach!” “In which direction, officer? This is Kansas City.” Even bare feet and a rare acquaintance with the earth beneath them would be sufficient to disassociate you from the association of your embarrassed associates. Civilization! Oh, brother! And you, too, sister!
Hmm? Oh, yes. Cary Grant, in the (successful) search for increased mental health, took acid to see what his subconscious held.
Click here for the relevant excerpt from his autobiography.
Say a prayer for Metafilter as you do so.
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