Set aside the data for a moment and take a walk on any American beach. Casually, discreetly, observe the flesh (this is not a gender thing; we're talking every last, ever loving body on the sand). Now, don't you think that last summer, or the summer before, or especially back in the '80s, there were fewer paunches out there that jiggled like flan? And didn't we just go through a spell where the buttocks seemed hitched to a spot just a notch or two higher up the spine?
All right, all right -- it wasn't that insensitive! It was simply a...
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