Several years ago, while driving along a street in Detroit, I leaned out my window and called in an annoying sing-song fashion: "I can see your underwear." The two gentlemen, probably unable to get to their guns fast enough to draw a bead on me, shook their heads and continued discussing the relevance of string theory.
It's been about twelve years, people...and yet...young urban males, and many suburban ones, are still sagging their pants. Time to stop.
Sagging, for the blissfully ignorant, is a style that came from prison life, where gang members allowed their pants to sag to their butts. Somehow this translated to cool. Of course. Makes sense. Don't we always look to prison culture for some definition of style?
However, it's been twelve years.
Time to stop. Time to change.
Styles do that, you know. They evolve. Long hair becomes short. Clean shaven becomes bearded. Plunging necklines become turtlenecks. We are people who enjoy variety.
So what's with the sagging still going on?
This year, this year in rural America, I have had to deal with sagging by kids who think they are ghetto. Yes, nothing says ghetto like walking bow-legged in front of a corn field to keep your pants from falling to your knees. Nothing says ghetto like someone named Billy Bob or Cyrus Jay wearing his baseball hat to one side and trying to talk as though he's just stepped out of a rap video.
It's truly a beauteous thing to see someone dressing and acting thug while hanging out at the Four H Club booth at the County Fair, or in front the local feed store, or checking out the action at the granite quarry.
So, city kids...do you really want to be associated with your country cousin? It's time for some creativity. Hell..how about really freaking people out and go nude. No..on second thought..no.