Crusade Against Saggy Pants

Saggy pants. I don't get it. Nothing, and I mean nothing, turns me off, disgusts me, makes me cringe more than seeing someone's ass hanging out, whether it be the good ol' plumber's crack or this.  I am very glad to see underwear, but it does make me wonder just how clean they are. About the only possible positive I can see in this "fashion statement" is that there is little to no hope of running away from the police wearing pants that will fall down if not held up with at least one hand. Perhaps arrest rates have gone up.

I'm not alone in my sentiments either. Dallas Councilman Dwaine Caraway told summit attendees that he wouldn't want someone to show up to his house for a date if their pants were sagging. It would be disrespectful. I hope you get through to them, Councilman, but I fear your plea for decency will fall on just as deaf of ears as they did when pleaing for short hair back in my youth. Take heart. The men of my generation grew out of the long hair fashion statement, so maybe this generation will learn to pull its pants up too.

Until then, I'll join you in yelling at the boxers I see exposed. If they can show their buns in public, then I can yell at them about it too. Beware, kids. I have a voice that can break glass! You will hear me, deaf or not.