I had an epiphany.  For many, many days, years of days, I have tried to figure out why jeans hanging half way down the back of a person’s legs was fashionable, appealing, a desirable look.  Never having been very fashionably inclined myself, and also being a generation older might have some effect on my ability to grasp why.  Nevertheless, I have travelled behind gaggles of teenage boys with the waddling swagger of people trying to keep their trousers up but trying not to let everyone know that they are struggling, wondering how had this become something to aspire to.  I have thought about the future when these young lads have become middle aged men and are no longer rangy and buff and are still walking around with their backsides hanging out or of the joint surgeries needing to be performed because of multiple years of the ‘keeping my trousers up’ swagger waddle.  Today, I was behind one of these young men when he bent over to pick something up and was unexpectedly subjected to some butt crack exposure.  That was when I had my epiphany.  The very low riding jeans are the male of the species way of reclaiming the right to man cleavage.  When I was young,  man cleavage had gone out of style.  We had derisive terms for such exposure: plumbers crack, trucker butt.  To do such a thing left you open for ridicule (so did female bra strap displays, but that is another mental journey).  After years of jeans being firmly belted, bums being completely covered, the advocates of man cleavage revolted in a go big or go home kind of way.  This is no subtle ‘a peek when bent over’, it is a full on all the time in your face exposure.  You can’t miss that there is, there will be, there is no potential for there not being a butt crack unveiling.  I will conceed it might be more about them showing their Calvin Klein’s, Joe Boxers, or other pricey, flashy, whimsical underwear opposed to enlightened man cleavage pride.  Though it has also crossed my mind that it could be some latent baboon tendencies.