I mean, they are made to stress women's good features. Hourglass figure, popping booty, boobs, things like that.
I freaking hate those things because I value comfort more, but at least for women who want to look a certain way, it makes sense.
On men's figure, though. It loses the only purpose that made it worth even considering. A male body looks incredibly dumb like that.
Yes, it's the core reason why cross-dressers like Flip Wilson (or Bugs Bunny) were so funny; they didn't really hide their male-ness (same with the old Jim Carrey character, the horsey female body-builder).
There used to be this Greek restaurant in Detroit that my great-aunt twigged me onto, that had a belly-dancing show before the singers came on. Near the end of their act, they'd get some guys up there to try it out. Hilarious, and lots of fun. I think it turned into some strip joint since, sigh.
My high school had a thing they would do (still do) where for an off football game, they would have the football players be cheerleaders and the cheerleaders be football players. This included appropriate outfits. It was usually just as hilarious as it sounds. And luckily, every time the woke have tried to get rid of it, the rest of the student body says “no way, it’s funny.”
Can't touch the stuff, it tastes like licorice. But they did have a wine I liked (and I don't like wine) that I haven't been able to find anywhere else.
I mean, they are made to stress women's good features. Hourglass figure, popping booty, boobs, things like that.
I freaking hate those things because I value comfort more, but at least for women who want to look a certain way, it makes sense.
On men's figure, though. It loses the only purpose that made it worth even considering. A male body looks incredibly dumb like that.
Yes, it's the core reason why cross-dressers like Flip Wilson (or Bugs Bunny) were so funny; they didn't really hide their male-ness (same with the old Jim Carrey character, the horsey female body-builder).
There used to be this Greek restaurant in Detroit that my great-aunt twigged me onto, that had a belly-dancing show before the singers came on. Near the end of their act, they'd get some guys up there to try it out. Hilarious, and lots of fun. I think it turned into some strip joint since, sigh.
My high school had a thing they would do (still do) where for an off football game, they would have the football players be cheerleaders and the cheerleaders be football players. This included appropriate outfits. It was usually just as hilarious as it sounds. And luckily, every time the woke have tried to get rid of it, the rest of the student body says “no way, it’s funny.”
Ouzo is great stuff, isn't it?
Apparently.
Can't touch the stuff, it tastes like licorice. But they did have a wine I liked (and I don't like wine) that I haven't been able to find anywhere else.