Grand Central Cameltoe

WHEN DID EVERYBODY STOP WEARING PANTS?

Dear women of New York City: leggings are not pants. They are like underwear. You wear them under a dress. Or shorts. Or to yoga. They are mildy see-through, obscenely tight, and, and thin enough that I can see your vaginal lips.

This is not something I want to experience on my subway ride.

First it was the girls wearing leggings under long shirts that were too short to be dresses, but still came down low enough to cover most or all of their ass. Then the shirts got shorter and tighter. Then they just turned into plain old shirts. And leggings. And sometimes these leggings aren’t even made out of thick material. Sometimes they are basically pantyhose. I WOULD NOT SIT ON THE SUBWAY IN MY PANTYHOSE. DISEASES, MAN! I mean maybe you can’t *really* catch the clap from the benches, but there are some serious germs I do not want in close contact with my hooha.

For those of you who are perhaps still confused, here is a diagram:

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