I stand corrected.
Last night I went for karaoke night at a local bar with some friends. One of guys got up and started singing and was joined at the bottom of the stage by some guy drunk off his ass and singing along and swaying. So far so good. It's a bar. People get drunk. People do silly things when they're drunk. Here's where it enters the realm of the unbelievable: his pants where belted about mid thigh leaving his boxers flapping in the breeze.
For his boxers to be long enough to make said fashion statement they were a little large, which means they were baggy, which means they ended up looking like some toddler who is carrying a load in his shorts. Oh, yeah. That's attractive. I actually thought the look of your boxer waistband sticking out of the top of your low hanging jeans was kinda sexy. This definitely falls into the "less is more" category. A lot less. Please.
So I will extend Mr. Howell an apology of sorts. You're not a blithering idiot. Just an idiot. Legislation is still not warranted, but maybe the Virginia Fashion Police? I mean, where are the Fab 5 when you need them? We've got "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" and "Queer Eye for the Straight Girl." Maybe someone should think about doing a "Queer Eye For the Clueless Queer Guy."