“Butt Shame,” as referenced far too often between MB and me, refers to the tendency for so many women to tie sweatshirts and hoodies and various other lengths of cloth around their hips to cover their butts. You know, just to get you up to speed on the nature of our in-depth marital conversations. I myself have a couple of Butt Shame Hoodies in rotation at all times. And it doesn’t matter how acceptable-to-even-saucy your butt may actually look; it’s your personal unwavering butt perception that requires you to maintain a Butt Shame Hoodie wardrobe.
And again, this weekend, the topic of Butt Shame reared its ugly … well, not head, I guess. Bottom? Patootie? Reeear? Whatevs. But as we sat in the car at a stoplight and watched a very large man in too-short shorts cross the street in front of us, I said, “You know, it’s finally dawning on me that way too many women have butt shame and waaay too few men do.”
True, that.
ain’t that the truth! Even though I just used “ain’t”, I find it disturbing that it is not popping up as a mispelled word…
You don’t know the full meaning of the word ‘retch’ until you see a 50 something fellow at a ‘wave pool’ with protuberant tummy and hairy back, strutting his stuff with a black mini-Speedo thong and gold neck chains. As my old Welsh nanny was fond of saying – ‘Yeowsuh!”