It's not about the crack, it's about the crackheads who encourage it.
They're thinking about banning baggy pants in a certain school in Stockholm. Personally, I don't care much for the style.
These days it seems to be all about showing as much underwear as you can without showing the top of your thigh, because thighs are still taboo in this particular world of fashion. Buttocks took long enough to come out of the closet and into your alternative coffee place of choice, your disco dance floor and if you are unlucky, your rush hour subway, squashed into your now reluctantly felching face. But thighs- nono! Thighs must wait their turn. Some things must still hold the allure of being naughty.
Tomorrow: Upper Thighs
Next week: The Liver.
Despite my previous post, it's not that I hate fashion. Not at all. Sure I'm all for practical when it comes to my own life, but it does not mean that I can't appreciate the beauty of something made by hand or team of third world children. Along the same lines, it's not that I hate productive Hennes & Maurtitz young seamstresses/tailors, it's that I strongly dislike the sort of children today's laissez-faire society risks turning out.
Like Pepe here:
There's talk about "violation of integrity".
There are worries about children "not developing in a correct way"
It is referred to as being "dehumanizing".
Let me tell you a little something about dehumanizing. Having to see someone's crack de resistance dehumanizes me. Having to slavishly follow a woman who's boldly transgressing the upper thigh taboo and flaunting her lower buttocks in a miniskirt ill fitted for a woman of gigantic buttock proportions - procuring a fascination akin to that of a car crash -that demoralizes me.
Sitting on a seat that has a very definitive dark line running down the middle makes ME have to RUN my FINGER across it and smell in the HOPES of it being a fabric flaw. It NEVER is.
But you see, it's not really about who wears baggy pants or what have you. It's about the assholes who object to any constructive consistency in schools. I'm not talking about making Secondary school the Third Reich. I'm talking about giving children perspective, calling a damn spade a damn spade. If you're stupid, you get extra help. If you are gifted, you get a pat on the back. As it is now, everyone is special and has potential - leaving no extra attention for those who might need it. Pointing out that for 2+3, your reply of 17 might not be the best approach to the problem is taboo.
It does not end with pussy-footing, it continues with not confiscating mobiles in class because reaching out and grasping an object of nuisance might be viewed as threatening. Looking the other way if a student calls you a cunt to your face, because that's the child expressing herself. Letting kids expose their buttocks in class because they are just trying to find their identities (And let whatever random canine that strolls into the school yard be able to establish your identity as well).
It's a lovely Utopian plan the Swedish educational system has, it is, to let little adults explore their personalities and feel loved and appreciated based on the skaters they are, as opposed to being motivated to achieve something in this fine nurturing institution that is school. Prioritizing the School of Love as opposed to the School of Life.
But in the end, finger-painting your plans for the nuclear plant you've managed to find yourself at isn't going to get your anywhere. Except, perhaps, a well deserved wedgy from anyone of us assholes who doesn't think that you grew up to be the beautiful snowflake that all your teachers said you were.
And I pray to god that for the sake of easier accessibility you won't have let go of your sk8ter style by then, because I've dipped my fingers in enough ass sweat to have to go through that shit again.
Oh, and Jesus loves you.
These days it seems to be all about showing as much underwear as you can without showing the top of your thigh, because thighs are still taboo in this particular world of fashion. Buttocks took long enough to come out of the closet and into your alternative coffee place of choice, your disco dance floor and if you are unlucky, your rush hour subway, squashed into your now reluctantly felching face. But thighs- nono! Thighs must wait their turn. Some things must still hold the allure of being naughty.
Tomorrow: Upper Thighs
Next week: The Liver.
Despite my previous post, it's not that I hate fashion. Not at all. Sure I'm all for practical when it comes to my own life, but it does not mean that I can't appreciate the beauty of something made by hand or team of third world children. Along the same lines, it's not that I hate productive Hennes & Maurtitz young seamstresses/tailors, it's that I strongly dislike the sort of children today's laissez-faire society risks turning out.
Like Pepe here:
There's talk about "violation of integrity".
There are worries about children "not developing in a correct way"
It is referred to as being "dehumanizing".
Let me tell you a little something about dehumanizing. Having to see someone's crack de resistance dehumanizes me. Having to slavishly follow a woman who's boldly transgressing the upper thigh taboo and flaunting her lower buttocks in a miniskirt ill fitted for a woman of gigantic buttock proportions - procuring a fascination akin to that of a car crash -that demoralizes me.
Sitting on a seat that has a very definitive dark line running down the middle makes ME have to RUN my FINGER across it and smell in the HOPES of it being a fabric flaw. It NEVER is.
But you see, it's not really about who wears baggy pants or what have you. It's about the assholes who object to any constructive consistency in schools. I'm not talking about making Secondary school the Third Reich. I'm talking about giving children perspective, calling a damn spade a damn spade. If you're stupid, you get extra help. If you are gifted, you get a pat on the back. As it is now, everyone is special and has potential - leaving no extra attention for those who might need it. Pointing out that for 2+3, your reply of 17 might not be the best approach to the problem is taboo.
It does not end with pussy-footing, it continues with not confiscating mobiles in class because reaching out and grasping an object of nuisance might be viewed as threatening. Looking the other way if a student calls you a cunt to your face, because that's the child expressing herself. Letting kids expose their buttocks in class because they are just trying to find their identities (And let whatever random canine that strolls into the school yard be able to establish your identity as well).
It's a lovely Utopian plan the Swedish educational system has, it is, to let little adults explore their personalities and feel loved and appreciated based on the skaters they are, as opposed to being motivated to achieve something in this fine nurturing institution that is school. Prioritizing the School of Love as opposed to the School of Life.
But in the end, finger-painting your plans for the nuclear plant you've managed to find yourself at isn't going to get your anywhere. Except, perhaps, a well deserved wedgy from anyone of us assholes who doesn't think that you grew up to be the beautiful snowflake that all your teachers said you were.
And I pray to god that for the sake of easier accessibility you won't have let go of your sk8ter style by then, because I've dipped my fingers in enough ass sweat to have to go through that shit again.
Oh, and Jesus loves you.
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