Someone with far too much time on their hands has set up the Strap Police to counter what they call "ugly bra strap syndrome".
I can't help thinking there are other causes which deserve more attention (such as the things the straps hold up - i know, i'm a neanderthal...)
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In order to have balance with the kind of attention we focus on young females, I vote for creating a "Sad Old Bastards" police force. They could issue tickets to men, middle-aged and older, who openly leer and slobber after teen girls they could easily be grandparents of. These officers of the visual peace could write up instant fines for old relics who tear around the streets in garishly painted Japanese sports cars or worse still the 1979 Chevy Malibu they bought new and think is still cool to curb-crawl in.
There could be fix-it tickets for those "age unaware" fogeys sporting sparse graying mullets pulled back into pitiful ponytails that resemble the nether regions of a rodent. We could have VISUAL SMOG tickets for old farts sporting the tattered and far too tight remains of their college sweatshirts or football jerseys which strain so hard around their wobbling guts that the side seam threads are visible. Then there could be Bad Taste Beach Patrols who ban "the mid-life crisis man" from waddling blithely around in Speedos so small you wonder what they are trying to show off because unlike you they haven't seen their shrunken package beneath the overhang of their beer belly since Rod Stewart was cool. Ugly bra straps are minor visual pollution compared to these fashion disasters.
i couldn't have said it better myself
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