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Wearin O' The Rack
Mar. 18th, 2010 03:10 pmYesterday's unseasonably warm weather meant that people didn't have to bundle up for the annual St. Patrick's Day festivities here in NYC, which turned said festivities into something more closely resembling a Girls Gone Wild! video.
Brimming with Celtic pride and spring fever, armies of skanky lasses from the five boroughs, Long Island and New Jersey descended upon Manhattan, most wearing little more that Daisy Dukes, skimpy t-shirts and neckfulls of green Mardi Gras-style beads. Their gentlemen companions were a little more well-clad in such charming attire as "Fuck Me, I'm Irish!" t-shirts.
There's nothing quite like being trapped on a very small island on a very warm day with thousands of drunk or drunk-acting teenagers who all apparently thought they were auditioning for the next season of Jersey Shore. But the sight of so many scantily clad young girls all in one place at the same time struck me because I sure don't recall teenagers in my day having such big knockers. I mean seriously, people talk about the obesity epidemic but all I saw yesterday were lots of really skinny girls with really big tits and that's just weird. When I was in high school, a girl with a set like some of the ones I saw yesterday would have been so anomalous she would have been a topic of discussion. I told my sister about it and she said that it's become commonplace for girls to get boob jobs, a lot of them for their Sweet Sixteen. I'd heard about teenage nose jobs but didn't know the implants had taken on like this too. My random sampling of yesterday's parade attendees would seem to suggest that either there's an epidemic of teenage girls getting fake tits, or else all the hormones we're pouring into our water and food is causing some kind of widespread mammary freakout. Either way...kind of scary.
Brimming with Celtic pride and spring fever, armies of skanky lasses from the five boroughs, Long Island and New Jersey descended upon Manhattan, most wearing little more that Daisy Dukes, skimpy t-shirts and neckfulls of green Mardi Gras-style beads. Their gentlemen companions were a little more well-clad in such charming attire as "Fuck Me, I'm Irish!" t-shirts.
There's nothing quite like being trapped on a very small island on a very warm day with thousands of drunk or drunk-acting teenagers who all apparently thought they were auditioning for the next season of Jersey Shore. But the sight of so many scantily clad young girls all in one place at the same time struck me because I sure don't recall teenagers in my day having such big knockers. I mean seriously, people talk about the obesity epidemic but all I saw yesterday were lots of really skinny girls with really big tits and that's just weird. When I was in high school, a girl with a set like some of the ones I saw yesterday would have been so anomalous she would have been a topic of discussion. I told my sister about it and she said that it's become commonplace for girls to get boob jobs, a lot of them for their Sweet Sixteen. I'd heard about teenage nose jobs but didn't know the implants had taken on like this too. My random sampling of yesterday's parade attendees would seem to suggest that either there's an epidemic of teenage girls getting fake tits, or else all the hormones we're pouring into our water and food is causing some kind of widespread mammary freakout. Either way...kind of scary.