There is nothing attractive about seeing you with your pants coaxed so far up your nasty snatch that you walk with a limp!
This is a professional workplace. You hold a respectable position within the company. Spare us the ventriloquism act.
Brush that greezy hair out of that ‘make a freight train take a dirt road’ face, reach down in between your cottage cheese legs, get a good grip on those acid-wash jeans you’ve been wearing since high school, and wrestle 'em free from that snarling monster you call a cunt.
You know, I hate the idea of dress codes and such (had my fill of them in previous workplaces), so I sure am glad we can pretty much wear what we want around here (even though it’s a major corporation). But what ever happened to good taste?
Sure, tastes will vary, but how about NOT displaying your ass, tits, and as Photog points out, Camel! How fuckikng desparate for attention do you have to be to wear such things in a workplace (that is not a strip club)?
Good rant Photog!
BTW, this goes for men too. I’m not at all impressed with your butt crack, and since we are all here to work, let’s not give each other reason to be outwardly ill.
As God as my witness, I had never heard the expression “camel toe” before today. (On men, I just knew the term “package.”)
Anywho, I’ll have you know I was complimented on my less-than-loose jeans at LosCon this weekend - notably, my fabulous ass. (That’ll show my college-age friends who keep saying, “You should wear really, really, really baggy pants.” Um, no, thanks - comfortable or snug, not hanging around my knees.)
(That’ll show my college-age friends who keep saying, “You should wear really, really, really baggy pants.” Um, no, thanks - comfortable or snug, not hanging around my knees.)