Okay, this just has to stop! On my flight home to Ohio for our new bishop’s consecration last weekend, there were two girls on the flight – high school or early college age, I suspect. Both were trying to do the Paris Hilton and sister bit. One had very low-riding jeans with a cloth belt that included thingies that hung down from the belt. Her only problem was that she was probably 100 pounds heavier than Paris Hilton. Tanned? Yes. Bleached? Yes. Mid-drift shirt? Yes. Flab hanging over her belt? Yes. Crack showing? More times than I wanted to count. She was on my return flight, also. Same thing. STOP THE MADNESS!
Then, jogging down the Hudson parkway last Sunday, there was a young guy and I suspect his girlfriend sitting on a bench over looking the river. The girl, yes with low-rise jeans, was exposing several inches of her crack – not just the tippy-top mind you, but inches! Of course, the current fashion of having a thong on and having the top portion of the thong exposed while the jeans ride down most of you butt was not her goal, it seems. From what was showing, she had no thong, period. Uggggghhhhhh.