Season of the Ass

Looking out my window just now, down to the street three floors below, I spied a young woman wearing what is now the most common item of women's "power" apparel -- skintight black pants. What does one call them -- ski pants? Yoga pants? Jeggings? Running pants? Tights?

Whatever their correct name they're ubiquitous, a symbol of feminine transcendence over her outgunned male counterpart. What man can compete with a full, heart-shaped ass?

Every morning, even in below-freezing December weather, I see ass on display in the Starbucks queue. Coats of a short cut are worn in order not to obscure the posterior. This is a cultural manifestation of, say, the last three years.

Males have likewise tightened and shortened their trousers, but to little effect. A more prominent display of the package and some ankle joints are thin gruel; they merely puerilize a man.

No, in the current age the woman "wears the pants."

Boy vs. Girl

The battle of the sexes is real. It's war all the time. Nature red in tooth and claw. Animality on full display. No summum bonum here. Just the muddled huddle of who on top. As an evolving global capitalism continues to disintegrate traditional gender roles man-woman conflict will get worse.

But let's not forget -- please, let's try to remember -- as Omar Little says, "A man got to have a code."