I'm getting closer to the "get off my lawn!" stage of life. I don't know what's cool. I saw a guy standing in front of Walmart adjusting 2 pairs of under wear with sweat pants at the equator his butt. What's up with that, you crazy kids?!
I'm the only guy of all my peers that even wears a belt. I don't understand the appeal or bearing your drawers for the world to see. Plus, it's winter. My rump might get chilly.
Embrace your inner old man. I can't wait until I'm old enough to retire and I can sit around all day and write angry letters to the newspaper about every little thing that gets on my nerves. I've already started keeping a list.
I really don't care what the hell other people do. Although I do suspect this trend is the reason why fat guys like me have trouble finding pants that actually fit.
Same goes for us short and small guys. Not much to choose from in between skinny jeans and saggy pants.
Pull your pants up over your bellybutton, remove your false teeth and walk around smacking your lips. You'll get all the cool chicks. Or dress up...