Today I saw a spring breaker in a wetsuit – without shoes – at the deli counter when I was selecting my hummus.  His friend was wearing jorts.  Jean shorts barely looked good the first time around, back when spring break was still held in Daytona (and way before they had the moniker jorts).

When they say “beach casual,” this isn’t what they mean.

When Spring Break hits, I try to avoid the beach, or at least the areas where our future leaders are riding around (wasted, no less) on rented scooters.  But sometimes, that’s not possible.  Today was one of those days.

I was heading to a class and my route took me into the mayhem.  Throngs of spring breakers were walking on the shoulders of the sidewalk-less road with no apparent direction.  Though there was no sand or water in sight, many were wearing only their swimsuits.

I will try to put this as tactfully as possible.  This is a generation that grew up on partially hydrogenated everything and even their activity was done inside on a computer (Wii tennis, anyone?). So cover-ups really shouldn’t be left up in the room. Continue reading