Hey, just real fast.
When did people stop wearing underwear?
I mean...when did THAT happen? And I'm not talking about going commando on laundry day, either. I mean, you look at your dresser, maybe lay out your outfit, take a shower, wander back into your bedroom with your towel on, start to get dressed and strategically omit the underwear.
And then you decide...you know what would go best with this No Underwear thing? Low-rise jeans.
So, now --- cut to: me sitting in Starbucks trying to write, looking up in thought and whammo: Naked Ass in My Face.
Like - for a long time, too. She was just chilling...with zero underwear and all kinds of ass.
I'm by no means a prude, but I do know what's kind of weird and jarring and Some Random Stranger's Ass in my Face over coffee? Not cute.
One has to argue: I'm sitting here. I don't have clothes on my face. I can feel a breeze on my face. I know I have no clothes there. Hence, I know you can see my face. CAN YOU NOT FEEL A BREEZE ON YOUR ASS? Can you then surmise that we can see your ass?
I don't get it.
Sigh.
Here's another song for you. So good.
Hard to Concentrate - Red Hot Chili Peppers.
10 comments:
As a potty training mom, I am trying to get someone to START wearing underwear!!!! No underwear? Isn't she getting fuzz all up in there? All I can say is be glad it was jeans and not a mini-skirt. You could have gotten a whole lot more than ass :)
I don't know when that started to happen, but I can agree that it should NOT happen any longer.
Ish. double ish.
I'll confess that I went through a commando period. I can't remember the reasoning behind it--I don't think I liked the feel of underwear or something. Eventually I discovered thongs, which solved that problem.
HOWEVER!! This was a long time ago, when pants were cut a whole lot higher. No one's asses hung out. And whenever I wore a skirt, I wore underwear, because my random collegiate need to go commando did not translate into everyone else needing to see my stuff.
People are crazy.
Mojo - I just don't understand the mentality behind it. And she was a seemingly normal girl, like nothing that screamed I SHOW PEOPLE MY ASS. Dude, a miniskirt? I would have been out of there.
Muffy!
This needs to stop. For real.
Megan -
I get the whole comfort thing (or whatever...I actually don't, but I appreciate it) but...when it's about...hey you know, I don't want to wear underwear and then I'm going to wear super low-rise jeans, her comfort just turned into my nightmare. It's so weird. Because - it's not cute. If it were some daring trend because it was cute...hey, I'll look at it again. But, your half-ass being scrunched out of the top of your jeans? Yeah, not cute.
Perplexing, indeed.
In retrospect, I have no idea what I was thinking, but at least there were no low-cut jeans back in the day. No half-moons hanging out in the breeze.
I always wonder if they think about the fact that they're putting their bare asses on a seat where ANYTHING ELSE might have been put... germs, nastiness, dirt, whatever. And then I wonder if I have unwittingly sat in someone's ass sweat. It's hot here in SoCal. People sweat.
So gross.
Did you stick your stir-stick down there...maybe get their attention?
Like, a nod and "nice ass-shot"...maybe it's like that guy you see with his zipper down or a boog on his nose - no one wants to be the one to say it....
What!!! Ewww. I just can't understand this at all. All sorts of crap can get in all sorts of places.
I have heard people don't wear underwear because they don't want panty lines. I say if you have panty lines, your PANTS ARE TOO TIGHT! Either get seemless underwear or go up a size, for goodness sake.
I'm just saying.....
oh, and btw, I am not a little girl by any means... I just believe in dressing my size the best that I can... Stacey and Clinton on What Not to Wear taught me that. :D
Going commando is ONLY acceptable when you're in the jungles of Viet Nam, not the concrete jungles of Los Angeles.
Minus 10 points for the crack-addict.
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