It’s hot. Worse yet, it’s humid. Yes, that’s stating the obvious, but there you have it. Lately we’ve had that kind of weather where you step outside and instantly wilt. Despite that I’m am still trying to walk to work from Port Authority when I can and naturally there are visions to be regrettably seen.
Wardrobes have taken an eye-wincing turn this summer. This may happen every summer in the City, but it’s my first, probably making it all the more noticeable. The first thing you will notice is that clothing becomes less and less and sometimes perhaps optional.
What I am seeing more and more though are the absence of slips being worn with skirts. Normally I could care less about such a thing, but the skirts are becoming gauzier in the fabrics, with white being a predominant color. Again you think, so what?
Well, here’s the only reason I even notice this — thongs seem to be the choice of panties worn with these skirts. Yes, thongs. I’m often finding myself stuck walking behind various sizes of wobbly asses that are being strutted by women who walk with a step that declares, “I AM SEXY! RAH!”
It’s no wonder I’m often queasy these days…
