OK, so if you've been in the Special Forces, or, at least, in the Armed Services, you might, might rate a tattoo. Perhaps, even if you've been in jail and got one of those "jailhouse" tattoos, that might make some strange sense. Yet, I see what are nothing more than punk wannabees, struttin' their stuff in sleeveless shirts, shining taboos that any little wimp can get for $50 or $100 at any bacteria filled tattoo shop.
O.K., so if you've crossed the equator for the first time on a pirate ship, you might rate wearing an earring. Maybe, if you're a guy trying to send signals to your boyfriend, then that might even qualify you for one. Yet, I see, what are nothing more than punk wannabees, struttin' their stuff with their little earrings, nose rings, eyebrow piercings and, who knows what else pierced, like they are just the cutest or toughest whatever on the planet.
O.K., so if you're an out-of-work vagrant who hasn't earned a red cent in years and you just don't have the money to buy new clothes and you generally get yours out of the dumpster rather than off the rack, you might qualify to have your pants falling down around your knees. Yet, I see, what are nothing, apparently, more than bum wannabees shuffling around with a cell phone in one hand and holding up their pants with the other thinking they are the "hippest cats" on the planet.
O.K., so if you look like Britney Spears, (or at least, how she used to look,) and you want to go around half-dressed, you might get away with that. On the other hand, if your "muffin" is hiding the giant-size belly button piercing that you are so proud of and it can't be seen even when you're wearing a mid-drift, you might not have the sex-appeal you think you have.
O.K., so I'll never be on the cover of "Vogue" and I'm no fashion plate. I suppose I've never been much of one to follow trends and have always been happy "in my own skin." Sadly, these days, modesty is virtue that is forgotten in a world that has forgotten the word "virtue."
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