So I was walking down the street today. I was minding my own business and enjoying the long-overdue sunshine when I saw two lovely young women walking my way.
One of the gals was wearing a very low-cut, very tight shirt that said “Porn Star” in big, bright, glittery lettering. Her equally well-endowed friend was wearing a similarly styled shirt that simply said “…yep, they’re real.”
I meandered past the gals and moments later I heard both of the gals yelling at a pack of douchey-looking guys all wearing khaki shorts and pastel-colored polo shirts.
One can safely assume they were in a frat.
A really, really lame frat.
Like seriously, these are the type of guys who would probably tell you that they’re pledges of Gunna Tappa Kegga. Yeah, they were those kinda douchey-looking frat guys.
Apparently, there had been some sort of interaction that involved one of the guys making a lewd comment about one of the gal’s chachungas (note: chachungas is a registered trademark of Grace Mlady) and it seemed that the comment was not well-received.
The ensuing argument drew quite a crowd and involved many verbal fireworks. It will not, however, be reenacted here, but it can be summarized quite easily.
– The F-Bomb was dropped quite vigorously by all parties involved.
– Rather than using the much less prickish term “breasts” or the far more humorous “chachungas” both parties continued to refer to the gals endowments as “tits” and/or “titties,” both words that I try to never use. My Mama raised me right after all.
– The women made it clear that their breasts were not there for the douchey-looking frat guys’ visual pleasure.
– The douchey-looking frat guys made it clear that they believed the women were of ill-repute and probably employed in a profession that frequently involves the transfer of money for sexual deeds.
And that, my Faithful Readers, is about all there was to it. Eventually I lost interest and continued on to the laundromat and by the time I came back they had all dispersed.
Now, although I’m never one to support the ideals of douchey-looking frat guys, I’ve got to say I don’t know if the women had an argument beyond the initial anger regarding the aforementioned lewd comment.
I don’t doubt that these guys said something derogatory, because that’s why those types of guys are wont to do. Douche-bags will generally exhibit douche-baggery in any and all situations, it’s just their nature. It doesn’t make it right…but its’ what they do. That’s why they kinda suck.
That having been said, I also think the ladies’ argument that the men shouldn’t be gawking at their endowments falls a little flat when they’re wearing suggestive t-shirts that leave very, very little to the imagination.
How can a lady walk around in the equivalent of a Hooters uniform and not expect men and/or other ladies to take a gander at “what their Mama gave ‘em?”
This is a question that has plagued mankind for years and figures to continue doing so until the end of time.
As such, this is yet another reason why some (note: SOME, not all) women are confusing.
So if anyone–preferably the ladies–have any insight as to why this “I’m-half-naked-but-don’t-look-at-me” phenomenon exists, please…let me (and all of dudekind) know the answer.