I remember when, back in the day, showing even the tiniest bit of a bra strap was a cause for extreme embarrassment. Our 7th grade French teacher would adjust her strap (under her shirt, of course) and cause titters from the boys and blushes from the girls.
Today, underwear is out everywhere. Not just straps but the entire back and sides of bras -- not just peeking out from tank tops but out there on their own.
This works (kind of) on toned bodies, but is seen most often on the pudgy ones. You know, the ones with love handles bigger than your head. Or a breadbox. People of Walmart types.
As for boxers and briefs-- please pull up your pants, boys. You can't even cross the street without holding up your pants. Gangsta' chic? Not really.
While I certainly don't believe in head to toe coverups, burqa-style, a modicum of cover would be nice. It's called underwear for a reason -- because you're supposed to wear it under your clothing, not instead of.
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