Don’t Mind Me, I’m Just Staring at Your Butt

I was at the YMCA a few weeks ago and something caught my eye.  Actually, my eyes were drawn to something.  It was a woman’s butt.  No, I’m not a pervert… well, most of the time I’m not a pervert… but this lady had on a pair of shorts with writing on the butt.  “Surf **something**” was written right there in large letters on the bottom of this woman’s shorts. It wasn’t so much that I was infatuated with the woman’s butt, it was that I couldn’t read what came after “Surf”, and it was driving me nuts.  What was this young woman encouraging others to “Surf”?   “Surf” on the butt made me think of a band that was had some modest popularity in my younger days, but I figured this gal was probably a little too young to be a Butthole Surfers fan.  She was on an elliptical in the front row, and there were several people on ellipticals in the row behind her.  I could tell she was self-conscious about the writing on her butt because she kept pulling her t-shirt down over her butt and blocking the words.  This made me stare even harder, just waiting her t-shirt to ride up so I could see what came after “Surf”.  I wasn’t the only one staring.  I noticed two men and a women beside me who all had their eyes locked on that woman’s butt… and none of us ever found out what came after “Surf”.  The young woman pulled her t-shirt down one final time, got off the elliptical, and left the circuit room.  I was disappointed and a little upset.  Why had she left the house with those stupid shorts on if she didn’t want anyone reading what they said.

Ok… I know you’ve seen this: females of all ages, shapes, colors and sizes with writing on their butts.  What in the hell are these women thinking?  In many cases, what are the parents (especially the fathers) of these girls thinking?!?  Do you realize that you are giving every male that you women (or your daughters, for crying out loud) encounter absolute permission to stare at your butt for an inexcusably long time.  I mean, seriously.  We can’t even really get in trouble for it.
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Wife/Girlfriend:  What are you staring at?

Dude:  I’m just seeing what it says on the back of her shorts.

Wife/Girlfriend:  Quit staring at her ass.

Dude:  Seriously, I’m just reading what it says.

Wife/Girlfriend:  It says “Juicy”… just like the last five girls whose asses you stared at.
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Dude:  They weren’t all “Juicy”.  One was a “PINK”.
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Dude: And besides, I’m pretty sure that’s a different font?  Isn’t that Old English Text MT?  I’m pretty sure the last butt writing was in Algerian.  I’m really going to need to take a closer look…

I’m going to let you in on a little secret:  guys look at girls butts.  No, seriously.  I’m not joking.  All ages of guys, from the young adolescent just hitting puberty to the old dude with the walker and the glasses so thick you can’t imagine how he can actually see anything, if you are female, will look at your butt.  I don’t know this for a fact, but I’m pretty sure even gay guys check out girls’ butts.

I know, I know… it’s hard to believe… but we really do look at butts.  We’ve been known to look at boobs as well.
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What are you looking at?
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At least there is an explanation for why we look at boobs.
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It Begins
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We’re dogs, and we look at butts and boobs and we probably should feel ashamed for doing it, but we don’t.  It’s just the natural order of things.  It doesn’t necessarily mean that we’re perverts or that we’re thinking naughty thoughts.  It’s kind of like when you go on a hike up in the mountains and you see a waterfall cascading into a calm pool below.
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You’re going to look at that waterfall and think, “nice waterfall.”  It’s a natural wonder.  Female butts are pretty much the same thing; we look and smile and think “nice butt.”
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Read it and Weep
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To be perfectly honest, I believe that these females want guys to look at their butts.  Otherwise, why would they wear what they wear?

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I think the women want guys to look at their butts, but I think they only want certain guys to look at their butts.  They want guys they are attracted to to look at their butts.
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It’s like a flirting thing. Problem is, once you are out in public, you really don’t have any control over who is looking at your butt. Sorry, that’s just the way it works. You are probably going to have dudes that may or may not be Cuba Gooding, Jr. looking at your butt.
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This seems like it should be common knowledge, but if you are anywhere close to just about any male politician from the United States, you will have your butt looked at.

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Our President, again
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Old dudes, teenage boys, ugly, hot… we’re all gonna check out your butt when you are walking around with a billboard on your fanny.  Even if you try to dissuade us by putting false advertising on your rear-end, we’re gonna look.
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So, if you don’t want every dude and his dog loking at your hiney, don’t leave the house with writing on your butt.  If you don’t mind hundreds of eyes checking out your bunnage, keep doing what you’re doing.  As far as teenage girls with the butt writings goes, do you girls have parents?  Do you have a dad?  I know parents have to pick their battles… but I think this is probably one worth picking.  Don’t let your daughters leave the house with clothes on that are going to draw eyes to body parts that you don’t want being the focus of intense scrutiny.

Sometimes, however, the writing on the butt can be helpful.  It alerts us to something we may need to know.  For example:

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I believe the young lady above is telling us that she just ate Ben Roethlisberger, and she is pointing out where his remains will soon appear.

CCCP… or Communist California Collectivism Patrol

I have lately been so wrapped up in harboring hard feelings towards citizens in my own backyard that certain national events have apparently passed me by.  I completely missed the fact that San Fransisco passed a law late last year that outlawed McDonald’s Happy Meals toys.   Seriously.   Outlawed them.  In an effort to reduce childhood obesity.  McDonald’s will be violating a law if they sell Happy Meals and offer a free toy if the meal has more than a certain amount of fat and calories and crap in San Fransisco and Santa Clara County.  And the really strange thing is that there are people who don’t see a problem with this.

I have never been much of a crusader for McDonald’s because… well… McDonald’s sucks… but how can anyone look at this law and not be slightly taken aback.  A government telling a business that it cannot offer as an incentive legal products in an effort to change consumer behavior.  I can only imagine what a conversation with one of the idiots who passed this law would be like:

Sane Person (SP):  So, you outlawed Happy Meal toys, huh?

California Moron (CM):  Yup!  We have to look out for our fellow man.

SP:  But, shouldn’t it be parents’ responsibility to chose if their kids get a Happy Meal or not.  And if McDonald’s wants to offer a “free” toy with each meal, what’s the big deal with that?

CM:  Childhood obesity is increasing at an alarming level in this country, and we in California are doing our part to put an end to this.

SP:  So, childhood obesity is the fault of McDonald’s alone?

CM:  Of course not.  We are in the process of enacting similar legislation to cover other foods that we feel are inherently dangerous to children.

SP:  Uh… like what?

CM:  Well, any sugary cereals that offer toys are just begging kids to get fat.  Parents aren’t smart enough to make nutritional decisions for their families, so the government needs to step in.

SP:  So, no more baking soda submarines with Cap’n Crunch, huh?

CM:  No, no toys with cereal.  Also, Cracker Jacks will have to do away with their nefarious “prizes”.

SP:  But I love those little tatoos…

CM:  Tough cookies.  Speaking of cookies, we will be outlawing those as well.

SP:  Cookies… really?

CM:  Yep.  Cookies and cake and pie and anything made with sugar.  In fact, we will be outlawing sugar.  Also, any processed foods.

SP:  Processed foods?  You mean, 95% of what a grocery store carries?

CM:  Processed foods, and also meat.

SP:  Meat?

CM:  Yes, meat.  It’s not good for you, so it will be illegal!  Same with most starches, you know, like potatoes and breads and rice and stuff.

SP:  … so… what exactly will people be allowed to eat?

CM:  Oh my goodness, there are all kinds of healthy things that people will be able to eat.  I have a whole list!

SP:  What exactly is on the list?

CM:  Well, for one, broccoli.

SP:  … you realize that broccoli tastes like butt…

CM:  Yes, broccoli tastes like butt, but it is good for you.

SP:  … I guess with a little cheese it’s not so bad…

CM:  NO CHEESE!  No dairy products.  Just broccoli.

SP:  What else is on your list?

CM:  Organic oatmeal.

SP… and?

CM:  That’s really about it.  Broccoli and organic oatmeal.  This is all you need to survive.  Think of how thin and healthy everyone will be… and how simple the food pyramid will become.  I always had trouble with that stupid food pyramid when I was in school.  The new pyramid will be so easy to remember!  Just broccoli and organic oatmeal.  I guess it will be more of a… well… just a line than a pyramid… but it will be easy!

And people in California wonder why the rest of the country looks at them like they escaped from a circus sideshow.  I guess this is what Hilary Clinton meant by “It Takes a Village”.  I guess this is also part of the reason why I despise Hilary Clinton.  Seriously, isn’t our stinking country liberal enough without the government trying to force us in our purchasing decisions?  If you want to outlaw fast food, that’s one thing.  But, if fast food is legal, and hundreds of thousands of teenagers use fast food restaurants as a miserable stepping stone to a disgruntled life of crappy jobs serving others, why take away the toys?  The toys are the best part of a Happy Meal.

You know, if you really want to get rid of childhood obesity, set even more specific guidelines on what can and cannot be purchased with food stamps.  Only the healthiest food for those most at risk for health problems.  Or, maybe force women in a certain income bracket to have their tubes tied after a certain number of children.  We all know that the poor cannot raise healthy children.  Of course, I’m being completely facetious; but, really, once the government starts getting involved in something, we all know how likely they are to back down.  It’s only a matter of time before we are all sterilized and forced to eat a diet of butt and cardboard broccoli and organic oatmeal.