A Cornish beach town bans the mankini

For today’s story, we’re traveling to the Cornish resort of Newquay to find out why the mankini’s been banned, along with other “inappropriate clothing.”

Yes, boys and girls, women and men, dogs and cats and everything in between, in Newquay enough people—and I have to guess they were of the male persuasion—wore mankinis  that they became worth banning.

A Guardian article reports that the ban was part of an attempt to cut down on anti-social behavior. It doesn’t comment on whether the mankini is, in itself, anti-social, but I think a good case could be made.

Semi-relevant photo. Primroses, taken in May (they're past their best now). I thought the primrose path might actually have a connection here.

Semi-relevant photo. Primroses, taken in May (they’re past their best now). I thought the primrose path might actually have a connection. If you want a picture of the mankini, you’ll have to follow the link above, because, no, I just can’t do it. They’re too ugly.

And here I have to interrupt myself: Since English place names need a pronunciation guide if you’re going to have any hope of knowing how to hear them in your head, never mind say them out loud, I’d better tell you that the town’s pronounced NEW-key. I should follow up by saying that once upon a time, in a more innocent (and possibly more boring) past, it was the place Sunday schools went to hold their picnics. They drank lemonade and ate Victoria sponge cake. What else they did I’ll leave to your imagination, because the world of Sunday schools is so deeply foreign to me that I’m not even sure how to poke fun at it.

Inevitably, though, Sunday schools lost their hold on the culture. Time passed. More time passed. At some point Newquay became the place for stag and hen parties to get drunk and throw up in the street. What fun. Isn’t modern life glorious? We’ve done such wonderful things with our liberation. According to mayor Dave Sleeman, in the 2000s “you couldn’t walk the streets on a Saturday without seeing someone wearing a mankini or what have you.”

Eventually the teenagers joined in. Being new to the art of drinking, they got so drunk they fell off the cliffs. Which is not only serious but fatal, and it happened twice and suddenly people started saying out loud what surely some of them were already whispering: “I think we have a problem here.”

Not long after that, residents and business owners marched to “take back their town,” as they put it. Cops started meeting trains in the summer and shaking the kids down, looking for the booze they were still too young to buy so they had to bring it from home. I don’t know if that would have stood up to a legal challenge, but no one seems to have made one.

Then the town banned the mankini, the what have you, as the mayor so cogently put it, and other inappropriate clothing. It’s hard to define inappropriate clothing, and even harder to define what have you, but never mind, because reports of anti-social behavior dropped and crime is down. Mankini sightings are rare or nonexistent. What have yous stay both in the suitcase and behind closed doors, where god intended them to be kept. Or not kept. The bible isn’t specific on the handling of the what have you, so we have to guess.

How well a ban on inappropriate clothing would hold up on appeal I don’t know. It’s a vague term. Your inappropriate may be my fashionable, or my comfortable, or my hysterically funny, or even my perfectly normal, although I have never and will never be seen in a mankini.  That’s a solemn promise, and folks around here will be relieved to hear it.

The definition of appropriate varies wildly with time and place. There was a time when the jeans I’m wearing would have been inappropriate enough to get me in serious trouble. I’m guessing an appeal would stand a fair chance. But launching one depends on someone being sober enough not to throw up in (or wear the mankini to) the lawyer’s office. So I’m not holding my breath.

I’m not going to defend the mankini. I may be dyslexic about fashion, but I do know ugly and ridiculous when I see them. In fact, that may be part of my problem with fashion, but let’s skip over that. I’m also not going to defend throwing up in the street, or the hen and stag party. The hen and stag groups I’ve seen wandering the towns and trains look dismal, and I’m always glad not to get invited to any because after a while I’d run out of contagious diseases that could keep me away at the last minute.

I also sympathize with the residents of Newquay who want something like a normal life. Living in the middle of someone else’s party isn’t a whole lot of fun—especially when it reaches the stage where people fall off cliffs. It’s the approach that makes me hesitate.

But something baffles me about the article. This is coastal Cornwall. People I know sit around saying, “I want to go someplace hot.” You can hear the italics in the way they say it. They want to lie in the sun and sweat. They want to be incapacitated by heat. Because it doesn’t get hot here very often. The summer here may give you a hot day or two, but basically they range from comfortably warmish to comfortably cool. If it gets up to 80, the newscasters talk about heat waves. Mostly we have the kind of weather where sleeves feel good. When I asked an acquaintance if she wasn’t freezing in a spaghetti-strap sumer dress, she said, “We just have to wear them anyway, otherwise we’d never get to.” Go to the beach and you’ll find windbreaks, cover-ups, sweatshirts. I’m writing this on June 1, and I’m wearing three light layers, and they feel good.

How, I ask you, are men running around in mankinis?

78 thoughts on “A Cornish beach town bans the mankini

  1. My fiance (from Cornwall) is a huge fan of the mankini. He finally retired it (and changed his facebook profile picture) after about 3 months into dating me; years later, he still waxes poetic about and gets misty eyed over his beloved lime-green mankini.

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  2. Hi, Ellen. I live in (North) Cornwall, and don’t know (and couldn’t imagine) what a mankini was. So I foolishly followed the link. And I wish I ha-a-a-dn’t ….! Enough said.

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    • I understand the impulse entirely. The ramifications of banning it are what worry me–what sort of legal precedent does this set? Maybe the best thing to do is have them met by a welcoming committee equipped with burlap bags, which bundles each of them into one.

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  3. There are fashion items that come to the fore that go beyond my comprehension. The mankini is most definitely one of them. I mean, really? How comfortable can it be, to boot? Have you seen the new, um, pouch? It is basically a drawstring bag to “bag the bag”! GROSS.

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  4. I’ve always been under the impression Sacha Baron Cohen came up with the mankini especially for his character, Borat. I honestly can’t think that anyone else would actually wear it. Now you’re telling me it’s enough of a thing to get banned? I mean, thank goodness it was, but how on Earth did it get that popular to start with?

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  5. Why does it not surprise me that mankinis would be worn in Newquay? It’s that desperation for sun exposure that makes the people resort to drastic measures. At least, that is my hypothesis. If you can come up with something better, Ellen, please let me know.

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    • Strangles beach, which is hard to reach and beautiful, seems to be a favorite spot of nude swimming. (I say “seems” because I haven’t been down there in warm weather for a long time. I’m not much of a swimmer, in any sort of clothing or in the absence thereof.) Makes a lot more sense to me. It’s cheaper and the style stays the same no matter what anybody says.

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  7. What a bunch of party poopers! Haha. Bridal gowns on hairy men, animal costumes…I’ve seen British stag dudes sporting these in Budapest, Prague, and Bratislava. No mankinis yet, though. The behavior is much more obnoxious than the attire – vomiting/urinating in fountains, passing out in doorways, etc.

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  9. When I was young and would watch the Olympics, I thought Speedos were hot. Then I discovered that men in southern Europe didn’t share my perception of who looked good in that small amount of material. But at least they were made out of strong Spandex (or whatever), so a small amount was left to the imagination.

    Years later I saw a mankini for the first time. Not only could you see all the “acceptable” parts naked, but it pretty much left the rest outlined as well. And, generally speaking, those who look good in small suits are not those wearing the mankini. So I’m thinking anyplace that tries to ban them is on the right track.

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