At the asshole end of the twentieth century

[venta]

Enough.

As the Arbiter of Everything, I hereby declare that low-slung trousers have gone low enough. At the point where your belt is below your buttocks, it is silly and you should stop it and remember where your hips are.

Is that clear, everyone ? Good.

Comments

[davefish.livejournal.com]

I was most amused when out on Friday night, and during a rather bouncy energetic song, someones trousers finally had enough and made a bid for the floor. He seemed suitably embarassed by it.

(Btu I agree, it is silly)

[pseudomonas.livejournal.com]

Presumably there's very little point in having a belt unless it can sit above a larger-diameter bit. Otherwise it's just extra weight, and potentially counterproductive.

[reddragdiva]

Just wait until a tuft of bush at the front, suitably styled and coloured, is deemed fashionable.

[bateleur.livejournal.com]

At the point where your belt is below your buttocks, it is silly

Can you please make an exception for when I need to use the toilet ?

(Respond ASAP, or I may have to choose between being silly and having a little accident !)

[uitlander]

Your taste, as always, is impeccable.

[phlebas.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately that reasoning may only work if you can first persuade them to have hips.

[kissifa.livejournal.com]

I was amused/alarmed when riding down Cowley road to be over-taken by the swaying behind of a young gentleman on a BMX bike. He was riding in that weird standing position BMX riders do, and his jeans belt was indeed below his arse. The interesting thing was I wasn't sure whether I was looking at his underwear, or whether the manufacturers have actually gotten wise to the foibles of their stylistically challenged consumers, and whether, like you can get blouses pre-sewn into jumpers, you can get low-rider jeans with prepared arse-cover pouches, that extend, clinging to the hips, as the jeans sink down.

If they have I applaud them. If I was looking at his underwear, I feel icky.

Builder's Bum and Tennis Elbow

[marjory.livejournal.com]

T'other night in the pub there was a couple with his'n'hers matching bum cleavage (in extremis. If buttocks had nipples, they would have been all but apparent.). They were sat on the stools at the bar just opposite where we were sitting and, as with many unnnerving sights, I had to work hard to tear my eyes away. I kind of wished that I'd had a camera with me.