The Right to Bare Arms

It has been cold here in Buenos Aires...quite cold, so yesterday when it felt as though it were in the 70's (our measurements of course), I couldn't wait to sport my warm-weather gear! I gleefully pulled my stylish blue tank over my head and rolled up the cuffs of my jeans and placed my painted toes into my leather sandles. I stepped out of my little yellow house happy to feel the warm sun on my skin. As I made my merry little way down the street I couldn't help but notice the extra layers everyone else was wearing... I soon became very conscious of my lack of additional layers and couldn't help but wonder if I was simply more excited than everyone else about the warm weather, or if I was commiting some horrible "fashion faux pas"? What if it was considered revealing for girls to wear tank-tops in this part of the world? Needless to say, I was glad to have my sweater with me and thought it better to roast until further notice.
I only saw three girls with tank tops on but they all had their hair covering their shoulders... curious. I decided the manicans in the shop windows might be able to tell me something. A manican wearing a straples - bingo. I decided it was still too early to bare all, so I spent the day like a true Californian with sandals and a sweatshirt.