"The Beach had wet T-shirt and thong competitions. And women in bars throughout downtown bared their boobs in exchange for beads. I was one of those women. I exposed myself to strangers — and not-so-strangers — in exchange for beads, and I’m not ashamed (sorry, Mom and Dad). A few of my friends — some serious and others joking — challenged my decision to bare all. They said I was objectifying myself, that I am not just a pair of breasts, that I am a person, a woman, and not just a sex object. Fair enough, but that wasn’t how I viewed my public indecency. I felt that flashing was a statement of control over my body, as well as confidence and security in it. (For the rest of UI Argonaut Editor Cady McCowin's column about her Mardi Gras excapades, click here.)

DFO: I wonder if she'll feel the same way about the 2006 Mardi Gras exposure in downtown Moscow and on the Internet 10 years from now when she's married and has a coupla kids?

Question: Would you ever ... ah ... never mind.

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