This is a rant mostly about the stupid designers of the superlowultralowrise jeans that I see a lot of girls wearing these days. I wonder how SOME of them can sit down in these things without exposing their entire ass and pubic region.
I am sick to death of seeing girls’ asscracks and some flashes of pubic hair (when they are facing me) because their jeans are so low cut as to have the waistband somewhere between their pubic region and their knees.
Also…why is it that almost EVERY pair of womens’ jeans out there these days is cut like that? In order to find a decent pair of jeans, I now have to shop in the men’s dept and face getting funny looks from store employees if my husband’s not with me.
SmackFu–of COURSE I’m not the intended audience. I actually have curves, and an ass and am not a size 6 or smaller (as most of the girls I see these on seem to be).
At an outdoor concert a couple of weekends ago, a very shapely young woman sat down on a blanket in front of me and yes, I’m now intimately familiar with the dimples on her ass. She didn’t seem to wearing undergarments (nice crop top, too). Wasn’t that bad, actually.
But, the exhibitionism displayed did make me feel somewhat like a voyeur.
I thought they were suppoosed to wear a thong with that style, or has that fad already passed?
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And while I agree with you, Simon, in today’s society it seems if you are over a size 10 :eek!: you might as well go live in a cave and hide for the rest of your life to spare others looking at your hideously huge form. I caught part of an infomercial the other day in which a middle aged woman was saying how X product had taken her down from a size 12 (gasp!) to a size 8. She looked about my height and I couldnt’ see anything wrong with her ‘before’ picture, TBH. Her ‘after’ picture looked like she was beginning to be anorexic. Curves are NOT what is wanted at all these days…unless those curves are in your fantastically plasticated fake boobs and ass-implants.
As a girl, you are only allowed to be curvy in THOSE two places. If you have a bit of belly pudge, or your thighs aren’t quite rock-hard, then you are an outcast.:([/hijack]
When I saw the thread title, I thought it was going to be about repairmen and movers.
I have mixed feelings about the low-cut jeans too. Having a still-healthy libido, my eyes are drawn to the exposure of flesh. By the time I process this, I realize I’m looking at a young teenager; it’s too late now. I’m an old pervert ogling the girls, because they didn’t dress that way for me.
I know that; I’m married and not interested in anyone else. Does that mean that I’m socially unacceptable because I looked at you?
I’m a normal, healthy, fairly young (at heart, anyway) male human. And while I can appreciate a view, it sure can make one uncomfortable … A few months ago, I was returning to my car from the convenience store counter and noticed in passing that a young lady who’d been sitting on a counter inside was (a) sitting with her back to the plate-glass window, (b) wearing extra-low riders, and (c) leaning way forward towards one of her friends. “Does she know that she’s mooning all of North Dallas?”, was the only thing I thought.
I’m a 38-year-old man who is currently wrapping up some college requirements. I routinely attend classes with 19-year-old women, and I routinely feel like a dirty old man simply for looking at these women dressed the way they are dressed.
I was on a field trip once and one of the students was wearing super-low cut jeans. She sat down on the ground and her whole asscrack was showing. I didn’t know what to say or do.
I hate wearing those low-rise jeans. I’m a skinny girl, but since I don’t have a perfectly flat stomach, I end up looking like I need to lose weight/tone my tummy anyway when I wear 'em. So uncomfortable–and so difficult to find any regular-waist jeans that look decent.
I guess some people find it attractive–but I think I look like an idiot unless I’m wearing a long shirt and a jacket to cover up the exposed skin.
Ok, I also am an “older person” (31!) at university, in Santa Barbara no less, land of skin, and have to ride my bike to school behind these girls, so I know a lot about thongs and ass cracks.
When I’m in a class sitting behind them I get an almost uncontrolable urge to stick my pen in the crack and leave it there. The visual image cracks me up.
Thank god that those “shirts” (the handkerchiefs that had the strings to tie in the back) seem to be on their way out.
Sigh. Being a size 16 31 year old on the campus of UCSB makes me feel like a decaying, anabaptist, unfashionable orca on a beach.
