Then I was distracted by a not so young lady (well along in her 20's) who came in to purchase cigarettes. She wore a pair of lime green, low cut sweat pants and across the just a little too wide expanse of her backside, in black block letters were the words: Love Pinky.
I'm glad I am too old to have a clue about this.
Mr. and Mrs. Cardinal wait in the green room at Cat TV.
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I don't think it's a matter of age, Janet!
Did you also spot the ubiquitous "tat" placed in the middle of the very low end of the back, just above the obligatory thong indicator? I vaguely remember peer pressure of my time, and I am happy that in those days we were not stylistically driven to tattoos and self-exposure. As a middle aged man with no children, I cannot imagine what parents must feel when their children try so hard to exude their sexuality.
No tattoo, at least not that I saw, distracted as I was by the lime green and Love Pinky.
I, too, am glad that I did not grow up with the peer pressures for tattoos and self-exposure.
I started that on my own once I was an adult, just because I really liked it!
- M
FWIW, I've heard those tattoos referred to as 'tramp stamps.'
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