Do pants made solely for sagging exist now?

Of all the fashion trends that I’ve been privy to witness and even occasionally partake in, come and go throughout my entire life, there’s one that’s apparently defied the test of time, and somehow manages to exist even to this very day: sagging pants.

If you were to ask me where sagging pants seemed to originate from, I’d have said Kriss Kross.  My girlfriend (I know, right?) says that sagging pants originated in prisons as indication of being a bitch to someone else.  Really though, regardless of which of those are right, if either are true, the fact remains, why is it even considered cool enough to where so many people still do it to this very day?

This is one of those things that I’ll never understand, nor do I really want to understand.  I will always consider a person who willingly lets their underwear-clad ass hang out while their pants are literally draped underneath their butt cheeks as a low-life and someone I probably won’t have any interest with associating with.

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When phrases change meanings with the times

The last time I was up at my parents’ house, I was rummaging through some old personal effects, and came across an old binder of basketball cards.

It’s funny to admit this nowadays given the fact that they royally suck, and have been more or less the laughing stock of the NBA over the last decade or so, but back in the 90s, I was a huge New York Knicks fan.  John Starks, Anthony Mason, Charles Oakley, Derek Harper, and of course, the franchise himself, Patrick Ewing.  Loved them all.  Rooted for the Knicks against everyone, including Michael Jordan and the Bulls.  I felt sports-heartbreak in 1994, when the Knicks came so close, and lost to Hakeem Olajuwon’s Rockets in the Finals.  Was even too young to understand the magnitude of the OJ Simpson police chase, and was more irked that a championship game was being preempted.

The point is, I had a ton of Knicks basketball cards in this binder.  Primarily Patrick Ewing, because he was clearly the primary star of the team.  And while flipping through the sheets and sheets of Ewing cards, I came across this particular Ewing card from a ’95-96 Fleer set.

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