PORN!!!! PORN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I wonder...


What is the secret behind those yoga pants by that one company?


Do chicks really love them because they're comfortable? 


Or do they dig them because men can't help but look at those legs they're so proudly flaunting behind a shroud of flesh-grabbing material. Though they're clothed, they're really not trying hard. They're tapping into every humans desire to be naked. And every human's desire to be desired. And the ever so minute spark of color placed in one spot, above the feature attraction, the ass. That spark of vibrant neon color which is keeping many a man looking at the ass in front of him rather than going over the list of groceries he has in his pocket, which, to his dismay, he will discover is incomplete, and will have to go all the way back to look through the seasonings because he forgot to find some cummin while he was dreamin' of cummin' in that young students' spandex-shod butt. And so time was wasted for want of the vagina. 
Seduction sells, and it also wastes mankinds' attention span. 
I must take this juncture to state that I don't deny the female form is gracious and stupendous in its sexiness. But I do wonder if we'd get more done if it wasn't for the use of sparse amounts of fabric in the textile industry. Sure, I would lust after women like never before, probably because my imagination would have to work harder. But is it really better to leave so little to the imagination? Is it such a good thing to have my mind constantly zoning in on a leg i see, completely exposed up to the hip by the girls choice of "shorts". Is there any reason for the ultra-revealing nature of women's clothing other than to keep men thinking about pussy rather than productive things? Like i said, lust will happen, but we don't need the form-fitting nature of womens' clothing to help us. 
If I see so much curvature everywhere I go, my brain is going to gravitate to such thoughts of lust because it's so accustomed to it. "Oh, there's a tight sweater on a girl! Man, you can totally fantasize about her right here and now! Here, let me fill in those blank thoughts of yours very vividly!" Thanks, brain. I was trying to figure out how I'm going to apologize to my family for my constant dissociation, but I'd much rather think about another girl I'm not going to lay. Again. 
I'd like to for one day replace all the females wardrobes in the world with parkas. Just to see what useful ideas men would come up with. Admittedly, it would take a lot longer than a day, but you understand where I'm coming from. 


I love the way women dress. The female figure is a work of art, and the girls that spend so much of their time and money fine-tuning their body probably like nothing more than to guiltlessly point it out to people that they're hot. The fact is, it causes the mind to gravitate towards the sexual. The man goes home, thinks about the idealistic legs of that 20-something that he saw on the street, and forgets his wife's fantastic conversational skills and her knack for drawing a line on how much time she spends in front of the mirror. He becomes disenchanted because all he sees are legs sculpted to a fine taper, and doesn't see that the owners probably can't tell him what the relation is between anger and cancer. He spends his days wishing he could have those legs because they're everywhere except in his bed, so that must mean he must have them. Then it's possible to make entire marketing schemes based on man's whorish nature, because it seamlessly incorporates with where men's heads are at. Or rather where they want to be at. And then men masturbate till there's no tomorrow. Spilling their seed, which, by the way, contains all their life-giving DNA, the essence, the imprint of their existence. 


Why are those pants so provocative? Why doesn't women's fashion take a turn for 90's hip-hop stars? Baggy pants and big coats. An idea I have not.