There is a part where we tell people to ignore other people. Why worry about what strangers say? It's their priority to make a fuss, anyway.
How much time, effort, and energy, for instance, are people like the police officer in McCoy's cartoon
above↑, giving to considerations of some overweight dude's asscrack?
Perhaps it is different, elsewhere, but neither women nor queer men around here find such fashion attractive. And while it's not quite, "if you ever want to hear gay men doing rape jokes", because we do a lot of them whether we're trying to or not, it is true that if you bring us a homophobe with two inches of colorfully-printed boxers and part of his asscrack showing above jeans that don't fit, someone in the room will eventually wonder if he's out asking for it or whatnot.
But that's gay men. I can't tell you what's up with either the cop or the dude with the cracktop whities.
(If we thought heterosexual men could keep themselves clean, as such, that would be one thing, but prejudice is as prejudice will, and the American rastrihowa—
racing
stripe
holy
war—rages on.)