I knew there was a good reason I viewed with some discomfort the latest trend in jeans, namely those ultra-low-hung hip huggers.
Recently while running errands I hit the local Staples, which, by the way, is some sort of nirvana for those still aiming for that perfect home-office working environment (not quite as arousing an environment as Hold Everything, mind you, but Staples surely ranks right up there).
Just two minutes into the s
And what to my wondering and, yes, wandering, eyes should appear, but butt crack.
Hers, not his.
Butt crack.
At least three inches of good old-fashioned plumber-carpenter-electrician-style butt crack.
Appalling.
[Post-publication addendum (September 12): Professor Pinkerton writes, amazingly without fear in her voice: “Haven’t you heard? Butt crack is the new cleavage.” Oh, God, I’m so afraid she’s right.]
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