Show us yer tits!
Actually, it’s pretty shocking that the celebration of the last day before the Lenten season has turned into such debauchery. The history of Fat Tuesday – Mardi Gras in French – is merely about finishing off what’s in the cupboards in a great feast before the fasting of Lent begins. Somehow that evolved into a celebration of gluttony, then a shunning of societal morals, and finally the out-and-out depravity of Carnival.
If you’re not interested in baring your boobies for beads, just stick with the pancakes and other fatty foods. Enjoy meats with gravy – Catholics are expected to forgo meats and sauces during Lent. Have a drink, but not too many.
And seriously, if you have knipples* (NSFW – or while eating), keep your fucking shirt on. Nobody needs to see that shit.
*Knipples: Nipples that hang so low, they graze your knees.
Actually, it’s only Ash Wednesday and Good Friday in which we adult Catholics have to fast and abstain from meat. For the rest of Lent (and all other fridays of the year for that matter) you can substitute an alternative penance… for example, I’m giving up sweets, alcohol, and eating out. What’s more important to me is what I add – extra time for prayer and Bible reading.
Fasting is Ash Wednesday and Good Friday, but abstaining from meat is all Fridays during Lent (along with the aforementioned days.)
Beads for boobies? Insist on bacon! You can’t eat beads…er…I guess you could but I think that bacon would taste better.