So Much Moonshine Today

Remember how thongs gross me out? Well, the scantinannies strike back.

Perhaps I’ve sinned against the gods of gluteal clevage, for today I’ve already involuntarily witnessed:

  • Two thong straps.
  • One thong where I saw the actual “T” part that goes down into the nether regions.
  • One infected belly ring.
  • One butt crack of at least four inches length.
  • A man in a Speedo bathing suit and nothing else. (OK, he was just laying out in the park, but still.)

Personally, I find all of the above many levels nastier than breastfeeding in public, but there’s no thong debate (or La Clevage League) that I know of…