Are we so devoid of reasonable topics for pleasant conversation that we must resort to benign comments regarding the cloth that covers ones shame?
I would argue the consistency of ones latest bowel movement a more agreeable topic than the colour or styling of the cotton fabric straining against the movement ones stomach muscles as a laugh bellows forth from the recesses of unknown depths which will eventually show wear as if one had just given birth moments prior.
The deformation of ones undersole after years of walking slightly uphill to work (but catching public transportation home due to a knee which was injured while one was in Vietnam on a gap year trip training to figth monkeys with knives. It took a long time but eventually the monkies learned to hold the knives) would be a more appealing theme for the conversation betwixt friends rather than the slight darkening of ones jean leg due to always sitting on the bus in 5he same seat even morning.
Get a life people. Talk about the important things.