Sing it sister!
I understand that when you’re going to the mall, you don’t care what you look like, because, let’s face it, you haven’t cared about the way you looked since right before you were dumped at senior prom,but for the sake of whatever you’re pushing in that stroller, wear some pants.
A concern
This site has been gaining some traffic recently, and I became concerned that perhaps I was objectifying women. That perhaps, I was encouraging some sort of voyeurism.
The thing is, we’re all free to wear what we want. To dress, speak, post, encourage, belittle, and mock. I don’t throw paint on girls in leggings. I’m not going to tell them to their face that they look like trash, and you shouldn’t either. These girls have just as much freedom to wear inane clothing as I do to openly mock it.
This site does not encourage harassment of any kind. I do not need people sending me their own shots of a girl’s ass in leggings. Leave photographic derision to the professionals.
That being said, I appreciate the recent popularity, and if we’re lucky the 2012 apocalyptic dragons will hate leggings as much as I do, and burn them in effigy.
Photo: So I would talk about the leggings. I would. It’s abysmal as usual. But she’s wearing a fanny pack… http://t.co/QJMxYRCZ
If you’re running the #NYCMarathon please wear pants and not leggings, you wouldn’t want to bring shame to the entire affair.
I run into this every now and then, two girls standing near each other both wearing leggings. I think the same thing every time. I’d spell it out, but it’s not a real word, it’s more of a dull screeching sound. It’s the same sound I’d hear whenever George Bush used the word freedom.
Your butt is flat. I wouldn’t know that if you had thought for two fucking seconds and put on some pants today.
So I would talk about the leggings. I would. It’s abysmal as usual. But she’s wearing a fanny pack and my attention is needed there. Let’s just start by saying that making fun of fanny packs is SO 2001, and the very fact that I need to mention it is giving me a migraine. So I’ll just suffice it to say that this human being is a walking failure to all that is decent and fashionable and if you see someone dressed like this on the street just say, “STOP. Go home and change, and think about what you’ve done.”
I don’t know what I’m looking at here. Is her shirt ripped? That shirt is actually covering less of her ass than if she wasn’t wearing a shirt at all. It’s a ripped fabric frame for her train wreck of an ass.
I’m no longer shocked by this whole stretchy-dust-gathering-fabric-as-pants disease that’s going around. I get it. You go to a party, you want to look comfortable, you get drunk, you make-out with a girl to a Katy Perry song, and then the leggings grow on you like a communicable disease. Breast cancer has pink ribbons for awareness, these girls have empty natty ice cans.
Sometimes, I feel like I’m being too judgmental. Leggings are comfortable, there’s no denying that. But there’s a time and a place for comfort. And whether you’re chugging a handle of Kamchatka in a parking lot, or going to class, it would behoove you to remember, that a little self respect goes a long way. Because, girl, you look nasty.
Ma’am, your butt is flat. No one seems to have mentioned that to you before. Or maybe they have, and you’re just trying to live your life. Either way, leggings are exacerbating your condition. If you contact me, I’ll write you a prescription for pants.
I almost didn’t post this one, because of the angle, but really I think it enlightens us to the fact that you look nasty in leggings from every side.
There’s just so much awfulness happening here.
What I enjoy about this photograph is the bad decisions in the center, and the bad decisions up top. I think I can give you a better frame of reference if I mention that this photograph was taken at ten in the morning.
