All my friends wear the low riders

It's official. I'm cool.

Well, actually, I'm not cool, but as of Saturday Jen ensured that my jeans are cool. (She couldn't get the genes to become cool, so she went for the body-wear instead.)

That's right: I've got low-riders.

Jen said my jeans before looked like this:



I always thought I looked OK, but now, well, now I have cool jeans.

For years I've wondered why people couldn't find jeans that fit them/covered their underwear. Now I know: it's not intentional, that's just how cool jeans fit.

Yes, there are laws against such jeans, and I'm told there are some low-rider jeans that go even lower, but I'm content with the level of low-riders that I have now...so long as I pull my t-shirt down repeatedly throughout the day to maintain my modesty.

You may laugh at how I look, but what do you know? You're probably not even cool. :-)

(P.S. Much as I'm trying to make fun of these jeans, I actually think Jen is right: they're better than my old grandpa jeans that I wore for years. I'm just grateful she married me despite my uncoolness.)