Woman Gets Kicked Off a Flight For Showing Too Much Skin
Source – A WOMAN was booted off an easyJet flight — because her outfit was too low-cut.
Stunned mum-of-two Harriet Osborne, 31, was told her partially see-through top was unsuitable as children were on board.
The make-up artist, who was not wearing a bra but had nipple covers and tape, covered up with a mate’s jumper but was not allowed back on.
Harriet had to sleep on the floor at Malaga airport with her friend before they flew home the next day.
She blasted: “The crew were horrible and made me feel cheap. This air hostess confronted me in front of the whole plane and said I wasn’t allowed on in that top.
“She said to me, ‘Oh no, move to the side,’ and tried to cover me up with my hands.
“She said, ‘You’re not coming on my plane like that — you need to put a top on’. …
“I was escorted away from the aircraft. I was in shock. It was so sexist.” …
Harriet, of Southwold, Suffolk, said: “I never show my body off at home but I felt spontaneous as I was on holiday. It made me feel so self-conscious.”
If I’ve said it once I’ve said it a thousand times. The one aspect of contemporary life that has not only not gotten better, it’s gotten considerably worse, is air travel. It used to be the most elegant mode of transportation. You watch old TV shows and it’s all classy, well behaved and exquisitely dresses ladies and gentlemen, being treated royally by the flight crew as they head off on some whirlwind adventure to one of the world’s great cities someplace. Now planes are essentially city buses with wings. Packed with the lowest common denominator. The great unwashed herded into their cramped, confined spaces like veal calves, headed to some flea market in Raleigh-Durham and being treated by the stewardi with contempt like the near-subhumans that they are.
To steal a line from Dennis Miller, air travel is so bad now, planes don’t even get hijacked any more. Extremists are telling their higher ups they’re still down to sacrifice for the cause. But asking them to endure the misery of a flight is just asking too much.
Consider the plight of poor Harriet Osbourne. For starters, I have to admit when I first heard her name and saw her described as “Mum of two,” I instinctively assumed she’d look like Peter Parker’s Aunt May. The original one. From the comics and the Tobey Maguire Spider-Man movies. Not Marisa Tomei from the Tom Holland Spideys. Which we very nearly got.
Anyhoo, just look at the way she got treated here. Or should I say, mistreated. Her money is just as good as all the other passengers. The ones who are allowed to wear flip flops, put their bare feet up on the arm rest in front off them, carry a menagerie of comfort animals on board, from dogs to pigs to a goddamned peacock, turning flights into Noah’s Ark with shittier customer service. But what was Harriet asking for? Nothing. Nothing but the chance to feel spontaneous on holiday.
She’s not trying to cause trouble. She just never shows her body at home and wants to let her Freak Flag fly. Is that too much to ask? Ooohhh … but we can’t let her wear that. There are children on board. So what are we afraid of? Kids seeing a little areolae? She’s got pasties on. And tape. What more do you need? To me this is like that part in “Scrooged” where the censor won’t let the dancers on Live TV until they cover up and Bill Murray asks one of the union crew guys if he can see her nipples. “No? See? And these guys are really trying.”
So I stand with my sister Harriet Osbourne as she was treated in such a horrible and sexist manner and made to feel cheap. No woman who wants to show 97% of her breasts in an enclosed cabin filled with strangers should be made to feel that way by anybody. And until they are allowed to – and treated with the respect and decency they deserve – none of us can truly be treated as equals.
Free the Southwold Two! Free the Southwold Two!