I was walking down Broadway and I stopped into the Victoria’s Secret near 84th Street because I was hot as hell and needed to cool off. Plus there were a zillion people in there so I thought maybe something exciting was going on inside. I am never one to pass up a retail event.
There wasn’t anything going on. Just people shopping maniacally for lingerie and panties. I felt like I was in a cartoon and there were brightly colored dainties flying everywhere.
I took a walk around the store to check it out, because it’s been a while since I’ve been in Victoria’s Secret (make whatever conclusion you’d like about that last statement). I was wandering around in the PINK department, which is VS’s younger and hipper line, geared towards teens to twenty-somethings. I saw a lot of tweens shopping there. Yes, girls barely old enough to wear a bra, let alone something that looks like this:
“Wanna Make Out?” “Yes Please!” Oh, dear Lord. Thank goodness I have two boys. Though what kind of hussies are they going to be bringing home for me to meet?? It’s the Snooki-ization of American girls.
Those girls are going to end up wearing these when they get older:
I am hiking up my granny panties and going to read the Bible now.