Dirty Old Man

I don't usually blog about music too much, mostly because there are others who do it so much better, but I just had to mention my newest teen pop crush(es), The Veronicas. If Tegan and Sara raped M2M, I imagine these Australian twins would be their musical offspring. They are only 20 years old to boot, which I think, for the first time, officially makes it creepy for me to be too interested in them.

Speaking of lechery, this question is for the fellas. Is there any age at which a male becomes so mature and respectful, that he stops trying to look down a woman's shirt when she bends over? Magazines and tv shows with women in their underwear are so commonplace as to be almost an annoyance. I've even seen bare breasts. (In person, too!) So a half second glimpse of that little decorative bow sewn where the two cups meet shouldn't really interest me that much anymore, should it? Yet, somehow it still does interest me. Quite a bit, actually.

And ladies, you do know that I'm looking, right? I mean, you're not stupid. I know the sunglasses aren't fooling anyone. If that's the case, then I thank you for not saying anything and allowing this practice to go on quietly in a see-no-evil kind of way. You just keep wearing the low cut tank tops, I'll keep my mouth shut, and we'll all get through this in one piece.