I have a friend who, with the onset of the painted-on pants of the mid ’90′s, took upon himself the imaginary responsibility of issuing licenses to wear butt-hugging garments. (People forget there was a time when pants had no lycra !) According to a set of admittedly arbitrary standards, he might be forced to revoke Read More
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