Enjoying the first day of clear, blue sky we've had in a few days, I spent much of Saturday walking and catching up on reading on the Stanford campus. As the time closed in on 2PM, there was an exodus from the undergraduate dorms to the stadium for the afternoon football game. Coeds dressed in their Cardinal best skipped, walked and rode their bikes over to watch the team get spanked by Oregon State.
It was definitely not the first time I had noticed such a thing, but I had never witnessed such an abundance of young women in jeans with VERY low waistlines. For years, I have been exclaiming, "God bless Britney Spears", as waistlines have plunged, while the bottoms of shirts have risen. However, I hadn't realized that, for me, there is a limit to the descent. Many of the woman on their way to the game, especially those bent at the middle to ride their bicycles, were showing BUTT CRACK. Now, I'm not talking about the hint of crack below, but a good one to two inches of full-on butt crack.
I spent most of my adolescence obsessed with cleavage and legs, and assumed that butt crack would never be something I considered sexy. It was for those uncomfortable moments when the plumber or gym teacher happened to bend over and reveal his hairy crack directly in your line of sight. However, it appears the butt crack has finally been inducted into the "glimpse of parts we want to see, but can't outside of a nudist colony" hall of fame right next to cleavage.
So I'm left with one question: What's next?