I used to be really cool. I had all different ways to signify my coolness, but one that really stood out to people was how I wore my pants in the classic low-rider style.
Until one day, a nice man pointed out to me that traditionally when you low-ride your pants, you make sure you are sporting boxers and not whitey tighties. It turned out that I had not been cool at all, but actually a little embarrassing and maybe even gross.
So I made some changes.
You see, always sagging pants down and then waddling around in them (or sauntering) causes some unusual damage to the integrity of the pants.
But when you low-ride:
This disharmony can cause all kinds of problems, as it did for me.
Like when I was hackey-sacking with my friends, in front of cute girls, and my pants decided that being cool was kind of exhausting.
Better yet was when my low rider pants conspired to get me beaten up. I was at a rave, because raves were cool, making my way down some bleacher seating, and my pants restricted my movement just enough to send me crashing forward onto a raver girl.