My nephew still wears them like that here in Colorado. We tease him about it and he takes it pretty well, though. He’s a good kid.
Girls here are now wearing styles similar to what I saw in Germany a few years ago, too. I guess we’re backward too. Not that I pay any attention to fashion, myself. Jeans and T-shirts for me.
This is the funniest thing I have seen in a long time!
I will have a hard time on weekends now as I work at a local church youth group with a program called Skatechurch.
I see all kinds!
You see them meander across the street in their baggy clothes, but man you should see them skate in them! Amazing!
But, the thing around here for the last year or so are skater and bike boys that wear girls jeans. Lots of boxer hanging out there!
I’m talking the tight, cut short in the waist, girls jeans. Most agree though the stretch ones are more comfortable around the, ah, “package” area. 
We have a rule though that we enforce once it gets warmer. They may take their shirts off to skate/bike, but no crack or underware showage.
Can we agree, withal, that teenage GIRLS with pants hanging down below their asses are a soul-gladdening sight? (alas, too rare…)
24 going on 64 here…
You know, I’ve never noticed the shuffling, and he “huge baggy pants” thing appears finally to have gone, but I’ll add my own “Kids these days!” rant:
GIRLS: FOR FUCK’S SAKE, STOP GIGGLING ALL THE TIME! And where the fuck did you get all that money to buy those clothes and shit with? If you were carrying any more shopping bags, you’d need a Bedouin Camel Train to carry them all. And shouldn’t you be at school, anyway?
GUYS: iPODS ARE NOT A FASHION STATEMENT! And while we’re here, looking like a Chav is not going to impress anyone. Think you’re hard? Go to Brixton in your ChavWear and see how long you last. Of course, since you’ve never been outside Australia in your life (or even your home State, in all likeliness), you wouldn’t know that.
TEENAGERS IN GENERAL: STOP TRICKING OUT YOUR CARS! Where the everlasting FUCK are you kids getting tens of thousands of dollars with which to buy late model cars, then modify them with stereos, spoiler kits, EFi Chips, readouts, in-car DVD players, and so on? You can’t all be dealing drugs or have rich parents. And you wonder why your insurance premiums are so high?
Sorry, the “Teenagers with $60,000 cars” thing really annoys me…
I have no idea what you’re talking about. Can someone translate this into American?
In high school I knew several kids who worked long hours and put every dime back into their cars. It’s not so much that they have rich parents as that their parents pay for the necessities, clothes, etc., and they funnel all their income into stereo systems and all that crap. Think of how well off they’d be in college if they put that money into a savings account, though!
Avert your eyes from the horror, children!
which is it, really: cheltenham average or council housed, etc.?
(I only ask because I lived near cheltenham for a while, but never noticed any of these sociological phenomena.)
I would like to add one caveat to the abortion analogy, given the latest broadcase from TV 'Sama (all jihad, all the time…
Barring fire and brimstone, no one is going to vaporize me for not intervening in the abortion process which has been endorsed by our society and its laws.
per contra, I am liable as a citizen of a democracy for the conduct of my government, which exposes me (however unjustly, and, indeed, inappropriately, given my personal politics) to be in the way of a terrorist reaction to those policies. This gives a somewhat more personal energy to the protests at Stanford. (if only to alert 'sama that this is not Texas…)
yikes! wrong thread!
I was SO lost. I didn’t understand at ALL how abortion and democracy fit into this, the shallowest of threads.
Durned whippersnappers, moseying into the wrong threads…
zsofia, we’re planning to plant a Barberry hedge (here’s a nice close-up of their thorns). They’re beautiful, well-behaved, low-water, low-maintenance hedges. Pygmy caraganas would also have the same effect. 
