I'm 35 years old. I grew up in the 80s. I'll admit to that. That little piece of information may help you understand where I'm coming from -- or at least it'll explain my lack of understanding.
Here's the deal: I'm sure I missed the memo from . . . whomever's in charge of these things, but I can't quite put my finger on the exact date and time when it was decided that men and women of all ages should flaunt a gut. (Let me disclose here that I do not have the body of a cover model, and my waist is five inches bigger than it was when I got married.) And when I say flaunt, that is exactly what I mean: baring it with total disregard.
On the one hand, I applaud their heightened sense of self confidence. I was far more "frail" in regard to self image even when I was younger and thinner, and the majority of my peers (male and female alike) "suffered" from the same lack of confidence. We wore clothes that accentuated the positive and camouflaged the rest. We're just a bunch of narcissists!
Now, on the other hand, the last thing I want to see after I've stopped at the local Dairy Queen stand in the mall to get a chocolate milk shake (made with chocolate ice cream) is the rolling pudge sitting atop the waistband of a 14-year-old girl's pants and peeking out below a t-shirt that's three sizes too small -- sickening for so many reasons.
My lack of "hipness" in this regard is not reserved for females. I'm equally astounded by those myriad men who wear polo shirts, for instance, that have shrunk up above their belts to reveal a love-handled hairy navel that looks like a peat moss farm. I can safely say "sexy" is not the first thing someone thinks when they see this. "Cummerbund" is a word that leaps to mind for me!
Let's do each other a favor and put that thing away!
Here's the deal: I'm sure I missed the memo from . . . whomever's in charge of these things, but I can't quite put my finger on the exact date and time when it was decided that men and women of all ages should flaunt a gut. (Let me disclose here that I do not have the body of a cover model, and my waist is five inches bigger than it was when I got married.) And when I say flaunt, that is exactly what I mean: baring it with total disregard.
On the one hand, I applaud their heightened sense of self confidence. I was far more "frail" in regard to self image even when I was younger and thinner, and the majority of my peers (male and female alike) "suffered" from the same lack of confidence. We wore clothes that accentuated the positive and camouflaged the rest. We're just a bunch of narcissists!
Now, on the other hand, the last thing I want to see after I've stopped at the local Dairy Queen stand in the mall to get a chocolate milk shake (made with chocolate ice cream) is the rolling pudge sitting atop the waistband of a 14-year-old girl's pants and peeking out below a t-shirt that's three sizes too small -- sickening for so many reasons.
My lack of "hipness" in this regard is not reserved for females. I'm equally astounded by those myriad men who wear polo shirts, for instance, that have shrunk up above their belts to reveal a love-handled hairy navel that looks like a peat moss farm. I can safely say "sexy" is not the first thing someone thinks when they see this. "Cummerbund" is a word that leaps to mind for me!
Let's do each other a favor and put that thing away!
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