I live in a poorer, rural area. I see men walking around shirtless in public all the damned time. I probably saw half a dozen just today. Ranging from “shirtless holding a bbq in the front yard” to “shirtless walking down the street” [paired with super-baggy athletic shorts and sneakers for maximum gross factor] to “shirtless and running” (which I suppose I will allow) to “shirtless and fishing while drinking beer out of a paper bag.”
To be fair, it’s a blame sight better than the “assless pants” the little kids, who theoretically are being potty-trained, wear so they can piss and crap wherever the mood strikes.
As much as it sucks, you can’t put a price on the entertainment value of spotting a dude walk down your street wearing jorts with no shirt and a giant snake chilling on his shoulders.
Well, you see, there is a thing called “heat” in much of the U.S. in summer, which hangs around all night in many places (including the South), and people (especially the subset prone to drinking, getting into domestic disputes and randomly discharging firearms) may dispense with shirt-wearing during these leisure activities. I don’t doubt that shiftlessness is much less common in Newfoundland, Manitoba etc. during the summer when it might induce hypothermia after just a few minutes.
These shirtless males would do well to cover up their sagging over-bountiful flesh and tattoos, and even women mostly agree (according to my poll of Mrs. J., who sometimes watches “Cops” with me).