I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it with four cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.
Okay, so I'm sitting here watching Breaking Pointe, the reality series about a ballet company, and ... man, those men's tights don't leave anything to the imagination, do they?
That's why they are called men's tights, not men's looses. I have also been noticing that the football pants are getting clingier each year....which is pushing the limits of decency for us old broads when players bend over in the huddle. Jeez. Don't even get me started on the stuff the track and field people wear to run...not sure they have enough fabric to qualify as clothing. Is there really that much payoff in increased speed while the audience is looking at half your rump??? (Why, back in MY day, blah blah blah...!!) Ginny
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That's why they are called men's tights, not men's looses. I have also been noticing that the football pants are getting clingier each year....which is pushing the limits of decency for us old broads when players bend over in the huddle. Jeez. Don't even get me started on the stuff the track and field people wear to run...not sure they have enough fabric to qualify as clothing. Is there really that much payoff in increased speed while the audience is looking at half your rump??? (Why, back in MY day, blah blah blah...!!) Ginny
And yet basketball went from short shorts in the late 70s to culottes - go figure.
Kris
I noticed that too! And the boxing shorts are flapping like boat sails in the wind too. And, no, I am not a boxing fan, but I live with one.....Ginny
I wonder why the b-ball players stopped wearing the short-shorts? and, ha, "culottes" - snort. Good one, Kris!
And Ginny, I'm with you. Sometimes it's best if a little's left to the imagination. Sheesh.
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