Times Square is Slime Square again - "Topless Photo Ops For Teens"

Times have changed...or have they?

Once upon a time, you went to Times Square to stare at all the evil, dirty things you could see. You could not only stare, but, if you were over 18, you could buy.

In the murky evening, or even in broad daylight, whores stood brazenly around "Forty Deuce," and everyone from high schoolers playing hooky to businessmen on their lunch hour drifted in and out of the semi-legal bookstores and peep parlors.

And now? The bookstores and peep parlors are still around, "massage parlors" are available, and topless women, or women in body paint or in thongs and skimpy tops accost tourists for photo ops.

The difference is that it's legal and even under-age guys can play.

Yes, real "painted ladies" in Times Square. Also ugly old bags with huge saggy tits with Band-aids over the nipples. And the so-called "naked cowboy" in his white undies.

While over-priced tourist traps do just fine, big shops like "Toys R Us" are crawling away, unable to pay the rent. "Family entertainment" is supposedly what Mayor Giuliani had in mind when he sold off Times Square to Disney. Soon everyone marveled as 42nd Street became home to several shitty Disney musicals including the loudmouth Afro freak show "Lion King." Replacing smutty movie theaters: Madame Tussaud and Ripley's Believe it or Not and fast food joints.

And now? Times Square is as repulsive as it was in the 70's. Any family, any old ladies, going to a Wednesday or Sunday matinee must pass a gauntlet of pickpockets, scammers, leaflet jackasses, and, yes, "whores" hawking photo ops.

Aggressive maniacs in furry costumes want Mom and Dad to fork over five bucks for a photo op. Yes, toss some money to the Puerto Rican in the stinking "Elmo" costume so your child can stand next to him and get fleas.

As we know from the Internet, once there's a whiff of money to be made, the porn takes over. So muscling in on the jerks in the Spiderman and Batman outfits, there are now chicks in bikinis, ridiculous bar flies staggering around like they forgot to put on a dress, and bosomy Latinas with paint all over themselves.

Nudity IS legal in NYC. The city has sided with "feminists" in believing that going topless is in public is perfectly fine. The grin about this was that no women would dare do it but if here comes Juanita and Maria, and the rest of 'em, with maybe a pimp bodyguard, and they're laughing as they grab up the gringo greenbacks.

Don't underestimate the stupidity of teenage males, or of tourists in general, who think posing next to a half naked woman for payment is a big accomplishment. They show their pals back home and it's, "Look, here's me with this naked chick." Not, "I paid this woman to stand next to me" and "No, I didn't get laid. I took the selfie, it was over in 5 seconds and she was busy grinning at someone else and shouting Five Dollah Five Dollah."

This is amusement. This is entertainment. This is the famous "Crossroads of the World," where dignity isn't even in the gutter. Idiots topless or in costumes are all over the sidewalk and the gutter. The city even shuts down traffic so the sidewalk IS the gutter. Dignity is nowhere to be found.