I don’t care how hot you think your ass is!

Save it for your myspace page.

Summer in New York. It’s hot. It’s humid. We’re all trying to stay cool, but there’s no need to lose all semblance of reason.

Working in New York City, I get to see it all. Everything. The fashionistas. The rock stars. The hipsters. The sports fans. The celebrities. You name it, we see it.

There are some things, however, I’d be happy to miss. I don’t need to see your thong — and what’s not in it — through your tight, white skirt or pants.

I don’t think it has anything to do with my getting older and approaching the big 4 – 0. I’ve always felt there’s a time and place for everything.

You may spend hours in the gym working to shape that perfect derriere. You may have been given a glorious, natural gift. I don’t care.

Save it for the beach or the bedroom.

While we’re at it, I don’t want to see anyone in public with:

Who dresses these people?

And, since we're talking about cleaning up one’s stay-cool summer appearance . . . I don’t want to see pedicure-deprived feet in open shoes. That goes for all you men, too!