July 10, 2008, - 3:40 pm
By Debbie Schlussel
**** UPDATE, 07/11/08: Disturbing Video on why Saggy Pants Gotta Go, and also more info on Where the Saggy Pants Absurdity Came From ****
Don’t Do Crack.
Flint, Michigan police are enforcing laws against saggy pants and exposed underwear–the common “sartorial splendor” of the hip-hop gangsta posse. And I say, kudos to them. I’m tired of seeing it. If I really wanted to see men’s underwear, I’d go to a Joe Boxer fashion show, where hot (but gay) models are modeling it.
There is a reason it’s called UNDERwear. Duh. The only thing I like about people who walk about in this “fashion” is that it’s an overt signal the dummies in America are telegraphing to the rest of us, marking their irreversible brain cell-challenged condition. You walk around like that, and you ain’t a memba of the Einstein Crips.
So, now, the ACLU is swooping in to protect this overexposure as “freedom of expression.” But in the meantime, there’s this great diagram describing the various levels of sag and what is and isn’t allowed under the law. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t meant to be funny.
Read the full story on the City of Flint versus the male contingent of SAG. And in the meantime, meet the ladies auxiliary of SAG, the SAG Fan Club–Senita Abrams and Tia Cotton, who are SagHags a/k/a likers of the sag, and therefore, have declared to us their same level of taste and intelligence as the SAG members.