Local observations on low riders

What with Oklahoma legalizing tatooing, body piercings becoming an accepted fashion statement, and young people changing their hair color so often that they no longer remember their natural shade, the Oklahomilist is finding himself increasingly on the leading edge of societal withdrawl (forget about that evolutionary thing).

So you can imagine how it gladdened his heart to read today where MeeCiteeWurker attempted a one-man intervention with a young gal who sported generous butt-crackage whilst standing before him at a convenience store checkout. His depiction of the event is worth a read.

It brought to the fore an incident last week in which a young gal of around 18 or 19, we would guess, caught our attention in the condiments aisle of the local supermarket. Our initial gaze was drawn by the rear view of crackage, and while we were "tut-tutting" mentally, she whirled around a gave us a good look at the low-slung front, all the more easily seen because of her mid-riff blouse. And there was hair. Down there.

She smiled, as we seem to remember, though we were agape and, frankly, aghast. She seemed to enjoy the attention.

Turning quickly away, and with nary a word, we hurried to what we hoped would be a safer area. Canned soup, if memory serves, but memory has been troubled since that moment and may not yet be totally reliable.

MeeCiteeWurker has declared moral jihad on all low riders who come within his zone of influence. He is, no doubt, younger and surer-footed than we are. We praise his courage and wish him godspeed, in every sense.