|The evolution of rising waistline.|
All this rigmarole about teens wearing their pants too low is pathetic. That is not the problem plaguing our society today; it’s the reverse.
The public dialogue about mom jeans is well deserved: you know who you are.
But why just the moms? Middle-aged dads are guilty, guilty, guilty, with their jeans and sweatpants exposing way more black sock and sneaker than should ever be visible to the human eye (thaz right: middle aged; go ahead, do the math).
I recently saw a dad friend with his jeans pulled up to Maine.
And those sweats were closing in on his nips.
Moms, dads: take a look in the mirror. You must sense something is up (groan).
Yep. Pants this high is wrong, says the woman with clothes in her closet from her Little Red Corvette days.
But people? Pull down your pants. Or at least untuck your shirt. Please. And remove anything attached to your belt. You won’t need it, MacGyver, I promise.
And how did I end up here? When did “they” become “us” and – gasp – me?