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Meanwhile, here's a fascinating scenario for everyone to discuss:

You have this pair of jeans that are slightly out-of-fashion; however, they make your ass look GREAT! Do you continue to wear them? To work? This morning?

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  1. em nadim12:59 PM

    depends on how much out-of-fashion they are. you don't want to be walking around with the male equivalent of a woman's high-waste, balloon shaped jeans from the 1980s with the funny wash that many people seem to be clinging to for way too long. sometimes the general sad out of fashion look takes away any butt sexiness-- it diverts the eyes to the wrong emphasis.

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  2. foolery1:21 PM

    Having exactly ZERO jeans that are in fashion, and positively NADA jeans that make my ass look anything but gargantuan (well, it is, after all), I have no concept. But I think I'd lean heavily toward the ass jeans if your ass is normally not bitchin'.

    I hope this was helpful.

    (Thought I'd spread a little after glow of Bossy love for you today by visiting again.)

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  3. Java1:32 PM

    Yes.
    Fashion smashion. If they fit well and make your ass look fantastic, go for it-every time!

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  4. Cooper2:09 PM

    Yes. Definitely. You should. You did, right?

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  5. Earl Cootie8:57 PM

    Break the vicious fashion cycle. Wear them. Wear them proudly.

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  6. Clio Bluestocking10:53 PM

    If your ass looks great in them, no one will notice how out of fashion they are.

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  7. Only me1:05 AM

    What is this "fashion" you talk of?

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  8. M-Dub11:47 AM

    If they are only slightly out-of-fashion now, they will probably be fashionable again soon (Lord knows everything else is). Wear them proudly while defly bending over at every opportunity to show off the goods.

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  9. dpaste5:31 PM

    I have never, ever, let "fashion" stop me from wearing something that complimented my assets.

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