In this Louisana town, getting caught with one's pants too far down could now cost $500 in fines – or six months in jail. Some call it indecent. But Robert Thompson, a pop-culture expert at Syracuse University in New York put it another way. "It represents a certain attitude and style that people are very nervous about."
Bingo. People seem to associate the style with all that is urban -- including bad things like crime and drugs. It has nothing to do with indecency. Styles change. Get over it. Don't we have more pressing global affairs to deal with?
I will admit that I’ve seen a saggin’ mess here and there, but my overall appreciation for the style (regardless of its questionable roots) is a favorable one.
When it’s done stylishly, that is.
In the late eighties I always wore low-slung pants. I felt sexy; I looked sexy. The only difference was underwear wasn’t such a fashion statement then. I usually didn’t wear any. It wasn’t an every day, every occasion type style, but more of a going to the club or hanging out in the Vill’ style. Or for whenever I wanted to feel sexy.
Mostly I have a problem with ordinances stating what I can and can not wear -- a serious problem, especially when they're clearly racially based. No one complains when the Paris Hiltons of the world show their little narrow ass-crack. This country, this world, has much bigger problems then seeing a little beef-cake ass on a daily basis.
I, for one, enjoy it very very much. Call me nasty. Whatever. Like every other fashion trend it won't go away until it's ready -- and like bell-bottoms, it reserves the right to come back.
These people beating their heads against the wall over it will not prevail. They'll only end up with a bloody forehead, and a little more stupid.
Full story here. ~~~ Kevin Deamus, 26, and his brother, Markus Deamus, 19, of Dallas, check on the radiator of their car in the parking lot of a grocery store near Fair Park in Dallas on Saturday, Aug. 26, 2006. A Dallas man has had it with baggy pants that over-expose. Ron Price, a Dallas school board member, has asked the city council to look at strengthening the law to give citations to those who expose their underwear.
Virginia and Lousiana have tried this before, without success. First off, who's gonna decide what is and isn't too much? Ron Price? He's got other issues to deal with. See photo below and here. Yeah, Ron, while you're on your fashion crusade, why don't you take on the N-word too ... with your roll model self. Did I read that report right ... two convictions? How'd you get on the school board again?
But now that we're on the subject ... why has't anyone fined Paris Hilton for showing her narrow little ass-crack all these years? I doubt Ron Price mentioned her in his plea to spare the public of such rear-end exposure. Pure double standard bullshit at its finest. Don't cops have more important things to worry about, than running around measuring ass-cracks? Plumbers have been offending folk for years, and yet no one's sought to make them pay. Now if they wanna deputize some citizens to take over that unseemly task, I'll be the first on line.
"Stop right there young man. Place your hands on the mailbox and stick your butt out ... I must examine you."
Yeah. I could go for that actually. Hmmm ....
As tacky and as ghetto as this particular fashion is, I enjoy the sight of beautiful muscle-ass covered only by the thinnest cotton. And when they're shirtless, that line that trails down the spine can be a most beautiful thing. Sometimes ... it even makes my day, as I fanticize about touching it, or pulling it down to show all of what's been teasingly on display.
Call me nasty ... but I hope this idea lands in the trash-heap of stupidity where it belongs.
I think about a lotta things when I see sights like these ... whipping out my ticket book ain't one of 'em.
Final word to Ron Price ...
Repressed sexual attraction can express itself by making one a zealot against the very things that titillate. So I suggest the next time you see some sexy young thing with his ass hanging all out, and those juices start to flow ... don't slug your wife, slap that thug-boy's ass ... and then ask if you can "hit that."
Trust me, you'll feel so much better after. Just pray that he--and the judge--finds your putting hands where they don't belong again as funny as I do.