Who told you that was cool?

I’ve had the immense pleasure of attending a few places in the past few weeks that let me enjoy some prime ‘people-watching’. The first, and probably one of the most exciting places, was the Kentucky State Fair in Lousiville, KY. Talk about a plethora of inane fashion judgement. Far be it from me to judge other people on their fashion sense, but still a little “common-sense” would have sufficed.Of course there were the 12-15 year old girls who keep amazing me with how short their shorts can get. They were either pulling them down to prevent camel-toe or pulling them up to avoid butt crack. Having been a 15 year old before, and recalling how raging my hormones were then, I don’t think I’d want to be 15 again just now. It sounds prude to say “How could their parents let them out of the house like this?” but it still begs the question. I know it probably goes down like this: girls leave their parents with semi-conservative clothes on, and then change in a friend’s car or friend’s house. But…. WHO TOLD THEM THAT WAS COOL? Just because they’ll probably have 17 and 18 year old guys trying to pick them up instead of boys their age, doesn’t mean that should fulfill some need in their life.

Why can’t society just teach them that skin can be ok, but leaving a little to the imagination will not only get you more respect, but also get you that attention you so crave a SECOND TIME AROUND.But I digress, the real reason for this entry has more to do with adults and how they look. I must say that the mullets I saw at the fair were quite impressive, but nowhere near as popular as they were in years past. Probably the most seen “Who told you that was cool?” screw-up involved women and clothes that would probably fit their 8 year old. I don’t know who told some women that they could feel good about themselves if they crammed their jiggly bodies into clothes that made them look like packages of hot-dogs, but apparently a lot of ladies are listening to him.

Now, on to the bars… a local bar I just went to always has your allotment of frat-boy dumbshits, who seem to try and set themselves apart by all dressing the same. I still see plenty of the ‘collar-up’ approach, even though that is SO 2004. Not like you didn’t think every jackass that you saw with a pink polo shirt with the collar up was a total loser anyway. I also saw a lady, mmm… make that female (I think), who was very hard not look at. She was probably a good 260, with a shirt that hid about 3.7% of her boobs. Now, I’m a boob man, but that ladies and gents, was border-line obscene. She was taller than me, and seemed to really enjoy the eye makeup, so she could have been a drag-queen for all I know. Not that it would have made a difference, I think 95% of drag-queens would be ashamed of how she was dressing.OK, that’s about it for this diatribe. Plenty more could have gone into the descriptive write-up of this entry, but then it would have been more suitable for printing in a MAXIM article. As opposed to this fine literary outlet.

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