The last time you saw Central Park’s Summit Rock on our blog, it was because we were performing The Tempest for what turned out to be an audience of millions (thank you, media!). This past week, we returned for something a bit more low-key and laid-back — but no less important.
This was one of our plain old visits to the park, the sort where half a dozen of us get together and hang out and read books and enjoy each other’s company, and do so naked from the waist up, just like men have been doing with impunity for the past century or so.
Should this be a scandal? It should not. It has been legal for women in New York to go topless anywhere a man can for twenty-some years. But you still rarely see women doing it, and it’s not because on an 85-degree day no woman would ever want…
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