The White Cockatoo in northern Queensland is hosting a month-long “Almost Anything Goes” party to help people cope with the world’s greatest financial crisis since the Great Depression. “Tough economic times call for stiff measures,” declares clothing-optional resort owner Tony Fox. “No, we’re not the Sheraton” the resort warns, but the drinks are included in the price. And think of the additional airline fees you’ll save by travelling to Australia without troublesome luggage (look Mom, no clothes!).

I am nude as a chicken neck, does nobody love me?
Yes, here is the secretary of bees with her white shop smock,
Buttoning the cuffs at my wrists and the slit from my neck to my knees.
Now I am milkweed silk, the bees will not notice.
They will not smell my fear, my fear, my fear.

Poem by Sylvia Plath, The Bee Meeting