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Muslim women’s reply to bikini

Running with burquinis …

Courtesy Arbroath.

It’s not itsy-bitsy or teenie-weenie but the Burqini may prove to be just as popular as its polka-dotted predecessor.

The modest bathing costume is designed for water-going Muslim women who, because of religious values, cannot show more than their face, hands and feet in public.

A cross between a burqa and a bikini, the polyester suit is made up of pants and a long- sleeved thigh or knee-length A-line top with head covering. It is water-repellent, UV-resistant and comes with Arab designs.

Its Australian designer, Aheda Zanetti, has been swamped with thousands of inquiries about the product from Europe, Britain, the United States, Asia and the Middle East. Zanetti said she started producing the Burqini as Muslim women were missing out on sports because of their dress code.

Courtesy Go Fug Yourself.

Karl and Posh

POSH: Er, Karl… Karl, don’t tell anyone, but… I’m having second thoughts.

KARL LAGERFELD: Thoughts are for the DULL, darling. BE AMAZING.

POSH: Fine, babes, but my problem is just that I don’t think I should have worn this after all. I think I look a bit stupid, actually.

KARL: RIDICULOUS! You are a DIVINE dish served cold. I would eat you with caviar if I could and then polish my glove with the CRUMBS of your GLAMOUR.

POSH: See, David said this looks like a bad rug that the royal family rolled up and stuck in a closet in Windsor Castle. But my sister disagreed — she thought this belonged in Camilla Parker-Bowles’ nightie drawer.

KARL: David is a PRECOCIOUS flesh nugget INDEED. Dip him in mustard. HE IS A DELIGHT. But kill your sister.

POSH: Look, I just sort of feel like a 19th century prostitute, Karl. And I’m not sure it’s the look I should be going for now.

KARL: It’s like I told that delightful Lindsay Lohan — “To look like a freak is to be ALIVE WITH FASHION, and also, WASH YOUR FACE IN CHAMPAGNE.”

POSH: You’re mad as pants, aren’t you? You’re more bonkers than a shed in a limousine.

KARL: I’ve grown tired of your complaining. You’re just AFRAID TO BE FABULOUS. Now leave me unless your breasts make martinis.