The social pandemic that no one is talking about it.
I don’t know; I think the woman was about mid-fifties. She was walking her dog with her teenage son in a pair of bike trend shorts and a hoodie. She stopped to talk to my mother while I watched my kids scour the shallow rock pools for crabs and other sea delights. It was then that I made the fatal mistake that would forever corrupt my soul — I looked at where my mother stood talking with bike-short lady and got an eyeful of camel toe.
And not just any camel toe.
Living Out Loud 