Torn Genes

Among the myriad subcultures of global teenage-and-just-after population would be the indecent number of torn jeans worn. Also, the number of indecent worn jeans torn.
Admittedly, torn jeans would be something I shall miss most as part of college life. That list for another day though.

So I wore a really old, weathered and mother'd pair of jeans to college on one of those days when I felt like being all anti-imperialist (we have a dress code), rebellious and generally non-conformist. Sure enough, I was confronted by one of 'em knuckle-draggers.

"Do you realise your pants are torn?"

"Yes, I'm the definitive voice of the impoverished. Do you realise this is India en masse right here."

I realise, at this point that I'm pointing at the fork area where the slight tear is at.

"Use rubber. We can't help it if men are used to think with their dicks now, can we?"

I bought a new pair of jeans yesterday.