I didn't realize it at the time, but when we were growing up, we were rather modest. The taunt "I see London, I see France, I see [insert name]'s underpants" was still heard occasionally. Us girls didn't even like our bra straps to be seen (and I'm not that old). And there were jokes aplenty about 'plumbers butt'.
But somewhere around the early 2000's when low rise jeans went really low (advertisements read "home of the 4" zipper" and the like) that it all went out the window. Chicks would squat down to look at something on the bottom shelf at the grocery and expose not just a bit of crack, but A LOT! It also became fashionable at this time for girls to show off the fancy little straps of their thong underwear.You'll never hear a guy complaining - but remember it's not always the young pretty little things, it's the big ol' hairy guys too that don't seem to mind letting the cool breeze tickle their backsides, or the skanky chick shuffling along with a ratty pair of sweat pants half on her ass - what is that about?
And so, not a day goes by when I see a minimum of 3 butt cracks a day! Just walking my dog at 6am will yield at least one as some guy gets in or out of his car. So, I'm curious - how many do you see each day? Do you notice? Do you even care?
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