In America, the double D cup is extolled; in France, it is one's derriere (rear end.) Only 38 per cent of Frenchmen prefer breasts to butts and a full 50 per cent preferred the derriere and legs above all, so to speak.
Nudity is in the eye of the beholder it would seem in France. There is a long-running show in Paris called the Crazy Horse Cabaret Theater which features performers that are never completely naked, but whose bodies are "painted with illusionary strips of light." One thing the girls never, ever take off is their shoes!
The directrice of the joint said, "High heels enhance the leg line. You walk differently, you act differently." In my case, high heels would enhance my orthopod's wallet and for sure I would walk differently in a matching pair of boot casts.
It's not easy to become a Crazy Horse girl. Requirements: You must be between 5 ft. 6 in. and 5 ft. 8 in. tall with no more than 10 1/2 inches between your nipples and a mere 5 inches between the navel and the pubis. You will be weighed once a week. Absolutely no tattoos or plastic surgery. Quite a change from Las Vegas where I once amused myself during a bare-breasted revue number by counting the breast surgeries, appendectomies and the one poor lady who had had spinal surgery.
The directrice ended the interview by rather scornfully saying, "In Las Vegas, everything is lit up and bright. There is absolutely nothing left to the imagination. It doesn't speak to your brain. It speaks to a few people's pants, maybe, but not to their brains. And the brain -- that's where the beauty is."
Take THAT, American dudes!
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