Grubby white tank top, I believe.
Also known as an “a shirt,” normally worn as an undershirt.
Last summer I worked at a movie theater concession stand, where we wore black pants, white shirts, grey vests, and black aprons and visors. I always felt stupid wearing that, but some of the customers made me feel like a snappy dresser.
My favorite was the woman who came in wear a black halter top, with a bright pink bra underneath. The halter top was cut low in the back, so you could see the entire back of her bra. I’m not sure who was supposed to wear such a top, because it was sized for someone with very large breasts, but there was no way a large breasted woman could wear it without support. She should have been wise enough not to wear it
Now I work at an art college, so I see all kinds of weird stuff as everyday apparel.
We were staying at a hotel in Ann Arbor that was right next to a funeral home. One evening I was looking out the window and saw a bunch of people in the parking lot, all wearing conservative black clothing, except for one lady…she was wearing a floor length red sequined dress. We tried and tried to figure out why someone would wear that to a funeral but came up with nothing. It was truly garish.
My wedding was not a formal event, but most of the women wore dresses or skirts and the men dress shirts with ties. My stepmother? She wore sweatpants and a ratty old sweater. I guess I should have felt honored that she bothered to show up since 10 years later when frog prince and I renewed our vows, she never bothered to get out of the car. Of course, she’s just a bitch.
My coworker often looks like the linked photo above (not the wife-beater). The other day, she was wearing Birkenstock-style brown sandals (like these) with over-the-knee rainbow striped clown socks (scroll down halfway here) and a green cotton three tiered-skirt (like this, but in bright kelly green), and a white peasant top with blue embroidery around the square neckline (shaped like this one here). On top of all of that, she had her hair pulled back and covered with a tie-dyed bandana with smiley faces screen-printed on it. Oh - and she was wearing child-sized “butterfly” wings like these.
I mean, I work in a costume shop and all, but it was just bizarre.
At my grandfather’s funeral, my stepmother decided she needed “moral support” from the some women in her AA group (she wasn’t attached at all to GPa, who was a hard man to like, but she was always downright mean to the old codger - I still have no idea why *she * needed moral support). I have no idea why people who had never known my grandfather were at his funeral, but at least they could have put on something better than tracksuits. Seriously, a whole contingent of AA hags in brightly-colored tracksuits at my grandfather’s funeral. And they were all well-to-do older women too, so it’s not like they had no choice. I was livid.
My sister and I were riding with our parents to a family reunion several hundred miles away. On our way out of the city, we stopped by the wake of my mother’s friend’s recently deceased wife.
I didn’t want to get out of the car, since I was dressed like one would normally dress for a cross-country drive. But my mother insisted we come in and pay our respects. I was so embarrassed, standing at this woman’s coffin dressed in a t-shirt, shorts, and sandals. The fact that my parents were similarly dressed did not provide any comfort.
Working at weddings, I see a lot of people whose idea of formal dress is questionable, but usually isn’t anything that stands out too badly or could be considered rude. More than a few fathers of the bride and groom wearing white socks with their tuxedos, plus a lot of men in their 20’s and 30’s who wear sneakers with their suits.
In a few cases, though, I’ve done weddings where it’s pretty obvious that the groom is a low-level yakuza and the bride works at a hostess club. At one, all the bride’s friends looked to be similarly employed, and showed up at the wedding in their working clothes: micro-cocktail dresses, miniskirt china dresses with the slits cut to above the waist, and one in a halter top with low-riders and very visible thong.
I was staying over a weekend at a hotel in Southern California that was hosting a wedding. Someone really needed to tell the young lady that a black formal mini-dress loses some of its appeal when the wearer is eight months pregnant. The 2ft long long tattoo on her upper thigh did nothing to camoflage the size of said thigh, either.
You know, if someone has a theory about the gut-hanging-out, muffin top middriffs, I’d certainly like to hear it. Personally, I cannot stand the thought of my own fat spilling out into public. I haven’t worn a two-piece swimsuit in YEARS, even before I had children. And it’s not like I think people should hide their body, or be uncomfortable. I just think people should choose flattering clothes.
Yet here are these young girls, stuffing themselves into fashions clearly designed for the aneroxic set and they are overweight and showing it.
Now on the one hand, I think, do they just have a good body image and are OK with some flab. “This is how I am, I’m not ashamed, deal with it.”
Or is it more like, “I MUST wear the most fashionable clothes available and I DON’T CARE if I look like a beached whale in them. The alternative, mom jeans and a dorky top, is social suicide and I JUST WON’T DO IT.”
That’s the only two explanations I can come up with for willfully looking like utter crap.
Sorry. It had to be done.
I’ve posted this before, but I was once waiting for a case I was involved with to be called when someone dressed like this approached the bench on a traffic ticket. The judge told him “Your dress shows contempt for this court. I’ll set your case aside for X hours to allow you to go home and dress appropriately.”
I don’t get it either and yet I see it all the time. My daughter, who is not a size S, always asks me “does this make me look muffin toppy?” Seems we’ve created a new verb.
I’m always surprised when guys show up in a suit and white athletic socks. What the heck is up with that. I’ve seen it more than once. I just don’t get it.
Another “I don’t get it either” here. Just Saturday my husband and I had a “what the hell was she thinking when she got dressed this morning” moment. The lady in question had on a tight, white, almost see-through shirt underneath a shrug, thus emphasizing the huge belly bulge she was sporting. I hate to judge, but if your belly bulge sticks out farther than your breasts, tight clothes that emphasize it aren’t a good choice for you. I sometimes wonder if the ladies who do this honestly just don’t realize how bad it looks.
I have a co-worker who wears tennis shoes to work every day and then changes into sandals. Sandals with white socks underneath. And this is the person who is largely responsible for waiting on our customers.
guilty hand I do this when it’s cold, but I see it kind of like the way you might see someone in a bright green shirt with a hot pink jacket on when it’s snowy out… you don’t figure they chose the shirt and jacket to go together, they’re just expecting to take the jacket off when they get where they’re going. For me it’s likely that the sandals won’t be staying on when I get where I’m going, so I don’t think about it.
This thread wouldn’t be complete without Bear_Napples’s wedding experience.
Yeah, but she wears socks with sandals all day, every day, until it’s time to change into her tennis shoes to go home. A temporary thing I can totally handle.
Oh man, I was SO disappointed to see that the links no longer work I wanted to see those pics bad after reading the description!