The Dozer Will Not Clear A Path.

Marimcgoldenstein submitted for my perusal a lovely little poem borrowed from a website that seems to be dedicated to that enigmatic phenomenon - the camel toe. In the 6th grade we used to call this girl Jodie camel toe. I'm not going to go into details as to why because you probably know and if you don't then you should ask someone because I don't think I can really explain it without getting out of hand, descriptively speaking. But it got me to athinkin' about the current state of affairs in the world of fashion. A friend of Justin and Alicia's links occasionally to this site gofugyourself.typepad.com where these bitches post fugly celebrities and their fugly fashion choices. It is pretty funny most of the time. Not that I am any kind of fashion maven in any way, but I do enjoy making fun of the way people dress. Mostly because I am a horrible catty bitch. Yesterday I saw a guy on campus wearing lederhosen. He looked a lot like this
only without the big glass mug and with long knee-high socks. It was great. It made me smile from ear to ear. I also see some people all gothed-out on campus here which is fun as long as I don't have to interact with those people. They are like eye candy. Or eye pop-rocks.
But more prevalent on campus is this look:

This is a modest example. I saw a girl today who thought she wore a size two jeans but her back fat and gut were screaming that she actually should be wearing a jumpsuit to cover all that shit up. Why would you wear pants that were several sizes too small and squeeze your middle so much that your back fat actually rolls over and covers the awesome studded belt you bought at hot topic? And the saddest part is that I know those girls are sucking in their stomachs all day enforcing a sort of mental corsetting. And don't get me started on the ass crack. Isn't the ass crack reserved for plumbers and old men with beer guts and narrow hips who refuse to wear belts? I am forever in line behind these girls at the coffee place and I just want to grab their pants and hoist them up around their nipples. Which brings us back to the camel toe.