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Droopy drawers

I am about to sound like the perimenopausal, middle-age woman that I am but what is it with the droopy drawers on these teen boys?  I remember when showing your 'wears' was an embarrassment! Boys didn't want the public at-large to know if they were wearing Tidy Whities or boxers. Now it seems to be a fashion statement.


It is something that has bothered me for awhile but I had cause recently to be really bothered. There I was minding my own business waiting to pick up Delaney in front of the high school when two teens stopped in front of the van. The boy bent over to tie his shoe and gave me a full shot of his Jockeys. His pants were belted - BELTED - below his buttocks to keep them where they shouldn't be anyway. And he was worried about his untied shoe?? I thought, "Holy cow, dude, you got bigger problems than an untied shoe!" He stood, and get this, adjusted his pants and walked away- like a penguin he walked! And I was reminded of Dick VanDyke dancing with the penguins in "Mary Poppins". (It's not the best quality, but I included a picture of that scene, below). After Delaney got in the car and we drove on, I noticed four or five other teen boys waddling along - and a couple were holding onto their to their pants so as NOT to have pants on the ground! They appeared to be struggling with walking because of their droopy drawers - and I thought that's when you have to rethink the statement your fashion is making.


About 10 years ago, I was working on a project with a Kent County Sheriff deputy- it was about the time this fashion 'statement' was becoming a trend. He told me that it started in prison as a way for prisoners to show other prisoners that they were 'available'. And now, teen boys everywhere are emulating this style?! I doubt they know where it started or even more importantly, why it started.



Of all the ridiculous fashion trends, this has to be one of the worst! We had our fair share when I was a teen (remember polyester leisure suits in all kinds of pastel colors?) but none that hindered our ability to walk normally or that were started in prison!

I sure hope this trend ends soon!

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