I’m not hip to most things, nor do I want to be. I think it is fairly comical to see a parent trying to stay trendy and blend in with their teenagers. That is a losing proposition. No, I’m the old fart who doesn’t get it, and is relatively unconcerned about the “it” I don’t get. My favorite sayings are quickly becoming:
“Get a haircut, hippie!”
“Take a bath!”
“Who let them out of the house in their underwear, put some clothes on!”
“Get off my lawn!”
I’ve tried to understand the world around me but it is a hopeless endeavor. Things move too fast and I’ve gotten slower.
I was privy to some young mens’ water cooler discussion lately and perked up because they were talking about the NBA draft. I’m not a huge basketball fan anymore. But just like my city, if the Hawks get good, I’ll pay attention. I didn’t know most of the players the guys mentioned and they seemed generally dissatisfied with the results. Since I couldn’t really participate, I started to leave when the conversation turned to something called a “thigh gap”. I’ve never heard of such a thing. My interest was piqued. What is this thigh gap, you ask? Evidently, this is a new standard measurement of attractiveness.
They started talking about some weird named celebrities that sound like they are part of Frank Zappa’s family. I couldn’t even tell if they were discussing men or women. Hey world – what’s wrong with names like John and Sue?
Anyway, this got me wondering if I had a thigh gap. Not that I’m vain, I’m just curious. I mean here is a standard of beauty that doesn’t have to do with how your facial features align, your inability to grow hair, or the shape of your nose. Those are totally out of my control (and evidently out of my parents’ control also). This is just a measurement.
I can be measured.
When I got home I searched the Internet for the term and found the ideal gap is about an inch. I even found a cartoonish drawing of this gap. Unfortunately, a quick check with a ruler said my thigh gap was exactly 0.0. Wow, they don’t call me thunder thighs for nothing! This was going to be tough. Short of surgery, there must be a way to increase my thigh gap. In front of the full length mirror I stood every which way I possibly could and found one way that I had a minuscule thigh gap: the bowl-legged cowboy stance. That’s it! I stood there for a moment pondering the trade-off between having a thigh gap and looking like I just dismounted a burro after a ride through the Grand Canyon.
So I did some further searching on the web (aka “source of all knowledge”). Upon reading a little deeper I realized that I had overlooked one key piece of information. This is for women. I am not a slave to this standard and don’t have to learn to walk like Roy Rodgers. And actually, no one should! How crazy is it that our standards of beauty and conformity aren’t already exclusive enough, so some jackleg has to invent a new one?
Be free, I say. Forget the standards other people set for you and be yourself… Unless you’re some long-haired smelly hippie – then get a haircut!, take a bath! and get off my lawn!
Photo credit: topgold on flickr via creative common license
18 thoughts on “My Thigh Gap ”
Thank you, Russell
Wow, without you I would know only half of what I should. In checking the internet this trend started in 2012 and has had many people speak up with pros and cons. And yet, I had never heard of this! I am designating myself to the illiterate group. I thought I knew ~ indubitably I don’t! (sadness pervades)
Don’t worry, maybe it is best to be ignorant of such things…
I saw something on TV where girls are actually having surgery to have a “thigh gap”!! What are we becoming?????
UGgg. Really? Yikes. I can’t imagine the vanity it takes to have that done to yourself.
Seriously! Cut off have your thigh. It must be the new, cool thing now! Whatever!!!
This had my son and me rolling! Love your writing!
I’m so glad. That makes me happy – thank you.
“It’s hip to be square”! I mean gap!!!
i once told my friend that my thighs must have been swollen from a sunburn, because when i put on my shorts, they were touching. she laughed for quite some time.
Ha. Like I discovered how quickly the sun bleaches chest hairs at the beach… They look almost gray. My kids laugh at me about that one.
There is genius here!! Loving your work maestro!! Thank you.
(And an addendum: my best bud when we were teenagers used to assess girls’ “thigh gaps” (although the phrase was not invented then) on a “good for child birth” standard. The more daylight there was, the better the “good for childbirth” assessment.
It made perfect sense at the time – but even just writing this memory I find myself asking … “Why???????”)
Exactly. Why? Where do our juvenile minds come up with ridiculous notions and then force them on society as a beauty standard. I don’t get it. Who has that power? Welcome home, glad you weren’t in the airport in Turkey. Just tragic.
I can’t think of anything better than reading your hilarity to get me through a Friday afternoon.
However, I have one more phrase to add to your list, “Is that the only shirt you own?”
I loved your male perspective on the thigh gap – I’m sure that internet search surfaced some interesting photos 😉
Happy Fourth, Mark!
I will add that to my list! Yes, thigh gap is an interesting search. Glad I didn’t have anyone over my shoulder.