Whilst the stereotyped social politics in the image are almost totally screwed, since there's as much human lard dragging around in Europe as anywhere else, I have to say that I find the entire tanga/thong concept revolting; an absolute failure of design for purpose. Yuck!
I am the first to admit that it (thong, not lard) may have a place in some forms of 'glamour' photography (another purloined word that usually indicates anything but glamour in the same way that gay no longer indicates cheerful), but for the vast majority of people - I meant women, but who the hell knows anymore - who might wear such a thing, it must represent the epitome of discomfort, quite apart from its inability to afford any possible hygienic function nor even offer the basics of warmth and shelter!
I used to imagine that I was guilty of wasting much of my own time, but twenty minutes chasing a piece of tail! Makes me think of Alain and his wait for the sun to illuminate the canyon. Oh well, as he says, to each his or her own.