So today I was driving along the road (Highway 4, to be exact) and there was this car pulled over, and I looked at it because I always look at everything
except the road when I drive. There was a woman and a girl standing looking at something behind the car, so I followed their gaze... and there was a man lying there on the ground, doing something to the underside of the car (fixing the exhaust pipe perhaps), with his shirt riding up and his pants riding down, a rather fat back in between and all sorts of crack, and I was reminded immediately of this thread.
At another moment in the day, I was walking to the elevator at work, on my way back from lunch, and I reached down to my belt to pull my security badge down (it hangs from a retractable lanyard) so I could operate the elevator; and on the way, my hand brushed bare skin!

I spent the rest of the day trying to pull the hem of my polo shirt down and sucking in my tummy so that that half-inch of exposure wouldn't happen again, and it
also made me think of this thread.
I'm not sure if there's a lesson in these two episodes, but I offer them to you for whatever you can get out of them. Along with some
nice skin:
And though I believe your motives were kind, IJBML86, it really wasn't
your business. If he was a friend, yes... it would have been your duty to point out the sartorial disaster going on back there; but a stranger's butt is his own concern.
However, I wonder what one would be expected to do if he'd been wearing leather chaps, his entire ass hanging all the way out? How many
inches of ass, what
precise proportion of skin to cloth, comprises indecent exposure? Would he be allowed into the store at all? Probably not.
Or if it was a woman, not showing crack but rather showing nipple? Would we be expected to look the other way, or would we think it was necessary to say something? Remembering the furore over Janet Jackson at the Superbowl, I wonder.
I think the ass-crack of a fat man is something our society laughs at because it's not considered sexy; while at the same time society gets its panties in a twist about
other body-parts... the thing is, the whole thing is
completely arbitrary. I find ass-crack sexy on a hot muscular guy but not on a non-hot fat guy; but is that really my prerogative to tell the fat man he can't give crack? I wouldn't
dream of saying it to the hottie, I'd be too busy drooling.
I've decided that the only fair thing is to simply not care
what parts people choose to show, consciously
or accidentally. Let your boobies flap in the breeze, let your balls peek out of the legs of your cutoffs: if it's hot, I'll ogle; if it's not, I'll look somewhere else. Hell, let boogers hang from your nose, let rats nest in your hair.
None of my concern.
Just as it's none of their concerns if I wear a dress and/or carry a fluffy pink purse if I feel like it. To each his own, live and let live, it takes all kinds to make a world... know what I mean?
However, if you see
me with some part of my central anatomy showing, like anything between the clavicle and the knee, please
tell me. I swear to God I won't key your car.