Today, I want to talk to you about something that has been bothering me for quite a while. I have held back from talking about it because I really don't want to come across like a crotchety old dude... but I can't help it. As I get older and crotchety-er it is just more and more who I am. Sue me... I'm a blogger... this is what I do.
I'm betting you have already heard the term "Whale tail". Would I win that bet? Sure I would. I'm willing to bet further and say that you have heard of this term and it's application had nothing to do with neither the tail of a whale protruding out of the sea, nor a rear spoiler on a Porsche 911.
No... you know what I am talking about, don't you? Uh huh... those really irritating chicks who need validation so badly that they where their pants so low slung on their hips that everyone who has eyes to see, can look at them and know that they are wearing thong underwear.
Hold on a second... I am not going on a tear about what kind of underwear you wear... if you wear thong underwear, knock yourself out. Freedom of underwear and all that. If you choose NOT to wear underwear, also your own affair... but do you really think that I need to know about your underwear choices unless we are intimately involved? Really? C'mon girls, put your big girl clothes on now.
Trust me when I tell you that few people will think highly of you for your choices. As I said, wear what you will... but share your panties with your friends and special loved ones, ok?
Now, since A Modern Warrior's Life is all about equality, let me take a similar group to task. This group which is comprised of equally stupid people, is comprised (mostly) of males of the species. I say males because it is awfully difficult for me to call a person wearing their trouser belted under their a**es, men.
I have never been a fashionable man... I never wear clothing based on what happens to be popular... but, I understand that some people do, and I'm not being critical of that. This is just.... well... stupid.