Showing Your Ass

The world is changing faster than we can keep up with it. And in all of our personal and professional lives, boundaries are both expanding and contracting. Thanks to the medium we’re using right now, we have the entire globe literally at our fingertips. But aren’t there some barriers we still want to maintain?

The other night we had a long phone conversation with a friend who was feeling outdone and put out by her boss’s behavior. OK, it was after the regular workday, but they were still in the office. And the conversation turned to Spanx—you know, those Lycra smoothers (‘cause nobody is using the ‘G’ word—girdle) that women swear by to handle our unsightly undulations (did anyone say Jell-o Jigglers?). Well, the woman literally pulled up her dress and showed the assembled staff (all women) how the brand of underpants she was wearing (not Spanx) lifted her butt. Our friend sat there, mouth open, trying to keep her eyeballs from bulging. She said, “I don’t even know what kind of butt she had or how much it was lifted. I was so stunned about her showing us her ass that I couldn’t even see.”

Now we (D&V) work in an environment that is totally of our own making—there’s nobody around but the two of us so we play pretty fast and loose with “workplace” rules (we’d probably break them all, anyway). Why, just this Sunday we spent a whole workday in our PJ’s, which we gather is a little beyond Casual Fridays. Maybe we aren’t the folks to ask.

So we thought we’d ask you.
Did this peek-a-booty cross the line? What would you have done? Said? Would it have been different if it wasn’t the boss? Should our friend lighten up and join the 21st Century?