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village voice > news > Runnin’ Scared: From Brooklyn, a Rap Campaign Against Tight Clothes by Arcynta Ali Childs

OK. So normally, I’d post this to the Kindling & Tinder tumblr. Yes, there is one. It’s here. (And it’s mostly reblogged mess and pictures of Johnathan Kroppmann and Chris Pulliam featuring completely wrong commentary.)

But I seriously can’t wait to see the TSF brigade out and about in Brooklyn. But somehow, I don’t think they’d take too kindly if I made the same kind of rhetorical observations that I did when Cindy asked the inevitable “WTF?!”

So…this backlash against tight clothing…is it homophobia? I’m not sure it is. What I think it is is that the culture of oversized everything has been so large and in charge in hip-hop and dirty R&B for the last umpteen years that there is a whole generation (perhaps more) of men who have never noticed other men’s bodies. Dudes, noticing another man’s body doesn’t mean you’re gay; it means you have eyes! But, I digress. When a boy puts on a pair of jeans that fit, even if there’s a “nickel slot,” or if (god-forbid) they’re belted somewhere below the generally appropriate pants area, there’s no way not to notice the body under the pants. Especially if said boy is wearing a tee-shirt that’s a medium or smaller, or a beater. You can’t help but notice the body, the physique, even if you’re another dude. My rhetorical leap was wondering whether or not the backlash against clothing that actually fits (even if it fits a little too well) was somehow intertwined with the blind eye turned toward men who are on the downlow, but I don’t have time to unpack that in the middle of the day. This exegesis will have to remain pretty half-assed, no pun intended.

(via therichgirlsareweeping)