Arnold has nothing on Grimace.
The concept behind this photo is a bit non sequitor, as my friend Jamie maintained. I was a dating a guy who claimed that he enjoyed women going commando on a date. I wasn’t familiar with this term, other than assuming he preferred women transmogrifying into either an aggressive or butch stance, or both. So, I thought about myself as going commando, and played out a static scene, on my shoulders, consisting of Arnold and the Predator cohorts hunting the ultimate predator… Grimace.
Thus, soon after I was enlightened about the real meaning of ‘going commando,’ that one appears in public without the constraints of underwear. Oy… I have to say, it’s not my style.