If you were reading last year, you know that I go for my annual mammogram at Machon Hala in Jerusalem. Today was my big day. I decided to take the bus into Jerusalem, because I'm trying to treat my car like the delicate flower she is.
I caught a sherut to the Central Bus Station. The sherut is a taxi service, a mini-van that seats ten passengers that follows the same route as the bus. It costs a shekel more than the bus but comes more frequently and makes less stops. On the down side, I always feel nauseous after these rides.
In any case, I was sitting toward the back of the van when it made it's first stop in Jerusalem. A thin, pretty young girl whom I hadn't noticed before got up to get off the bus. She was wearing a very tight, low-riding (is that how you say it?) pair of jeans. As she gracefully slid out of her seat, her pants decided to stay behind (no pun intended, or maybe a little intended). In other words they rode down much lower than she probably intended.
In other words, I saw her butt. Tush. Tuchis. Yashvan. Rear end. Gluteus maximus. The whole show, not just the tiny little crack at the top that is pretty commonly seen these days.
The girl was faster than lightening, picking up those pants while at the same time slinging her backpack over her shoulder as if nothing happened. She's probably perfected that move by now. But I know what I saw, because when I glanced at the young man sitting next me, he gave me a look confirming it.
Do I sound like an old lady when I say, what are these kids thinking with the clothes they wear? Don't they even have a teensy-weensy bit of self-respect?
Rachel, one of the commenter's on yesterday's post, noted that Israel only has two types of clothing: trashy or frummy. She may be right, although I think this also applies to the US in lots of ways. People, including kids, will wear almost anything, or nothing in the name of fashion. Personally, I find this to be scary.
Is there anyone out there who thinks it's okay for a girl's pants to hang so low that you literally see it all?
By the way, Thank G-d, all went well at the mammogram. Is it time to schedule yours?
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