Up until the 1960’s guys were fined for removing their tops in Central Park, NY and gradually permissiveness grew towards the acceptance of partial male nudity; however, has yet to completely cross over gender lines with upper female human body approval.

Interesting enough, a global bill of rights for women was adopted in 1979 by the United Nations General Assembly called The Convention on the Elimination of all Forms of Discrimination against Women (CEDAW) which came into force on September 3, 1981.
Ironically, the USA, whose national anthem includes the phrase “land of the free and the home of the brave” is the only developed country that hasn’t ratified the CEDAW. The only laws in position within the United States protecting gender equality are those with regards to employment and politics. There’s nothing guaranteeing a women’s independence to be treated just like our fellow man.
This valuable bit of human rights history isn’t discovered taught in school classrooms; yet, you might just find the GoTopless movement to one day become a large part of history just as they teach us in textbooks about women suffrage and gender equality in the workforce. The reason our independence march differs in the men’s freedom march in the early 19th century is just because we are fighting for equality.
My ideas abruptly refocus back onto the paradewe pressed forward through the long narrow strip of Venice Beach. Several sudden bi-standers who were trying to make their way through the crowd ended up discovering themselves getting pushed back against the escorting police before our streamer that yelled “IDENTICAL TOPLESS RIGHTS FOR ALL OR NONE”.
The Huffington Post after Didn’t say “reintroduce” but “introduce” (See Cardiner, AAW p. 191). on this event that men were pushed away with their hands out expecting to “cop a feel” in altercation to the real events that took place.
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Topfree at Go Topless – The parade continued its way to the ending on Ocean Blvd where it came to your halt; little did the gawking crowd know the protest had really just begun. A soap box was forthwith rigged as a stage where our principal speaker, James Rich, shared with the people the reasons why us, girls, were observing this random revolutionary act of public display for topless independence. There were several reporters present who recorded the event and held Clothes focuses attention on sexuality, not away from it; and in fact often enriches immature kinds of including a statement from me.
I was interviewed by Anna Almendrala, with the Huffington Post and was referenced within an article titled “Go Topless Day Protest at Venice Boardwalk (WARNING: NSFW)”, an article that had not been much in favoritism of what we were doing. In a way, I sort of felt as though Anna was setting me up for sabotage to be the most recent news joke.
I ended up saying what my heart felt was essential as an expecting mom, seven months pregnant, that has been somewhat misinterpreted in the jpg caption, “I’m told that I’ll need certainly to breastfeed at a restroom if it comes down to it, in some areas,” she says. Ralph continues: “I do not need to have to take my kid into a filthy restroom when it is more of a dining room scenario. You do not bring your own food into the toilet, so why should a kid have to feed in the lavatory?”
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My purpose wasn’t to promote the Raelian religion, neither was anyone else’s purpose who lost their picture to be subjected to who knows what sites our female bodies would be posted on. All we knew and expected was what we wantedequality.
The energy level of the rally increased the more the speaker talked into the microphone. A number of girls found themselves encouraged to share with the crowd both their talents and their heads. One girl wearing nipple pasties did a gypsy dance with her baton.
Afterward without notice, the microphone was given to me “Boobies are for Babies!” I yelled. The crowd abruptly got silentit was quiet for a minute followed by a boisterous cheer. To this very day, I do not understand if they really understood what I really said. All they must have known was that they enjoyed watching me say it.
After the chanting, dancing and ranting, I felt the urge to go up one last time to release to the crowd what I call my “Sublime spiel”. It’s a Sublime remix I came up with on behalf of GoTopless.org.
My assignment was complete!

Not too long after we collected several signatures for our Go Topless request, the crowd dispersed along with many of the topless women. Several single men with fancy cameras managed to stick around at the end to take photographs of the girls who stayed behind, including myself. This other girl and I stood side by side most of the time and decided we needed to stick it out as long as we could because we failed to need to put our shirts back on.