There is a church sale Her Imperial Majesty and I go to every year (my job is to mind Junior - which I hate because he can run faster than I can chase) for kids' clothes, toys, furniture, car seats, etc. etc. etc. - I refer to it as The Kindercrap Sale. Yes, he gets substantial wardrobe upgrades and massive amounts of toys from it but it's still not fun trying to ride herd on the little monster while Her Imperial Majesty does the shopping and I end up doing the schlepping and having to check out an average of four black plastic garbage bags-worth of stuff every year.
Getting to the point, the stuff is on tables and in boxes under the tables. The women doing the shopping (very few guys show up to this thing and like me are there to mind kids and schlep the boodle) are dressed casually and a lot of them wear sweat pants that could, shall we say, fit better. There must have been a dozen women crouching down and bending over to check out the stuff under the tables who were heedless of the fact there was a display of plumber's crack going on. In several cases, a substantial display.
Given how they were dressed this was no more attractive than it is when the plumber fixing the drain under the sink displays same. I wish someone would make a law that you are not allowed out of the house in sweat pants unless you are on the way to the gym to work out or to go for your morning run - and even then, the stupid things have to FIT!
There is a church sale Her Imperial Majesty and I go to every year (my job is to mind Junior - which I hate because he can run faster than I can chase) for kids' clothes, toys, furniture, car seats, etc. etc. etc. - I refer to it as The Kindercrap Sale. Yes, he gets substantial wardrobe upgrades and massive amounts of toys from it but it's still not fun trying to ride herd on the little monster while Her Imperial Majesty does the shopping and I end up doing the schlepping and having to check out an average of four black plastic garbage bags-worth of stuff every year.
Getting to the point, the stuff is on tables and in boxes under the tables. The women doing the shopping (very few guys show up to this thing and like me are there to mind kids and schlep the boodle) are dressed casually and a lot of them wear sweat pants that could, shall we say, fit better. There must have been a dozen women crouching down and bending over to check out the stuff under the tables who were heedless of the fact there was a display of plumber's crack going on. In several cases, a substantial display.
Given how they were dressed this was no more attractive than it is when the plumber fixing the drain under the sink displays same. I wish someone would make a law that you are not allowed out of the house in sweat pants unless you are on the way to the gym to work out or to go for your morning run - and even then, the stupid things have to FIT!
Oddly enough, there is generally no complaint about this when women do it!
Just about men doing it. Wonder why????
Sweatpants are bad enough - be thankful they weren't in SPANDEX! That stuff should be illegal for any woman over 130 pounds........ ::
I wrote an erotic romance in which I had my female lead observe, "There really ought to be an expiration date on spandex," after a confrontation with a grossly out of shape, overweight woman. Spandex is fine if you are in shape. But if you aren't, it shows every imperfection.
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