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First, to the girl I was stuck behind (pun intended) coming out of the subway this morning:
WHAT IS WITH THE THONG. If you want to wear jeans that hang off your ass, that's your business. But please do not then wear the high-rise thong and short shirt.
On that same note: this weekend, I went clothing shopping. I must have tried on 15 pairs of pants, in all different styles. I liked most of them, some of them even looked pretty good on me, and oh, I was so happy with the fabrics (cotton! has! made! a! comeback!).
But I didn't buy any of them. Why? BECAUSE NONE OF THEM COVERED MY FREAKING ASS, THAT'S WHY. I realize this is the era of the booty, and these low-rear things are apparently a way for flat-bottomed girls to pretend they have something back there, but for those of us who genuinely are blessed to be callipygian, this situation SUCKS.
The stores are full of things that fit me, but not one single flipping designer is making something that an adult woman actually wants to wear.
Also, MORONIC CLOTHING DESIGNERS, even if you insist on making unwearable pants, please adjust the back pockets to account for the wacky dropped waist. Along with "hitching up your pants every five seconds," nothing says unsexy like back pockets that appear to be sliding onto someone's thighs. I'm pretty sure that the combination asscrack + ass-merged-to-thigh is not what people actually want.