Beige safari suits. In fact, safari suits of any colour.
Plus-fours anywhere other than on a golf course.
Clothes that don’t fit the wearer. As a college student, I see this every day. The girls all wear clothes two or three sizes too small, and the boys wear clothes big enough to fit them and a similar-sized friend. Ugh. High heels with jeans–give me one of your shoes, honey, so that I may gouge my eyes out with the heel. I also hate tapered or pleated pants. I also can’t stand low-riders on any woman, no matter how hot she is.
They still call them shrugs, you can even buy ‘mock shrugs’ which is a shirt with the shurg already added on. shudders I hate them. They look horrid, and it makes me wonder where the rest of their sweater went. I’m one of those who hateshatesHATES when my shirt/sweater rides up and I have no idea how anyone can wear them.
The sleeveless turtlenecks are meant to be worn under a blazer of some kind, not on their own. It’s so you can look stylishly warm without being too hot. Too many people violate that though. I also agree with the shoes, jester shoes and my feet ache just thinking about wearing them.
As for all the hate on toe socks… more for me! I love my toe socks!
I’ve got three words for you: pointy-toed shoes.
or is that two words? damn hyphens.
Gaucho pants. Why? They look good on no one! They go with nothing!
Stirrup pants.
Jeans “embellished” with rhinestones.
Cutesey holiday sweaters.
I wear low-riding pants, and while I don’t have a huge belly (we’re talking the legendary “need to lose five pounds” here), those pants magnify every jiggly quarter-inch of it.
Conversely, though, when I feel like a bloated moo-cow, it’s not comfortable to wear higher-waisted pants and be sawed slowly in half every time I sit down.
Hows about I give you permission to come and slap me if you catch me in low-riding pants without a loose, long shirt over them?
All that said-- I loathe ponchos. You have no excuse for buying them, and if someone made you one, all it says is “The person who made this is too chicken to make sleeves or do math.”
Corrvin
This is really stupid but I can’t stand seeing women in sleeveless - especially stapless or spaghetti strap - shirts on TV. Something about pointy collarbones and underarms really freaks me out.
I think mostly it’s when I see them on talk shows. I think about how the studio MUST be air-conditioned and why aren’t they cold?!
I also don’t like women who wear “belly” shirts when they CLEARLY should not be. Not so much women with a little flab or something but those 20+ lbs overweight who carry it in their tummies. I am something around 80 lbs overweight so I can’t even imagine wearing one…but I have seen women who’s rolls are hanging out the bottom of their shirt and I can’t help but stare.
Okay, it started innocently enough, I was wearing my regular socks about the house.
Did I mention I am in love with flip flops? Well, I love them, and hate to see the summer end when I have to give them up.
One day it was a little cool in the evening and only my toes were really cold,
so…
that’s right regular old socks in rubber flip flops. It feels a little odd in the begining. And I’ve found it’s better if you stretch out the toe a touch before you attempt it, don’t worry the wash will spring it back just fine.
I got used to it. Now I like it.
It makes my friends bat sh*t crazy. All the better for me. 
I’ve even made a couple of converts. I refer to them as cloven feet, and, yes, I know they make special socks for this practise in Japan, but I don’t need them mine work just fine, thank you.
If it helps, I hardly leave my house and always try to change to regular shoes before I do. But y’know, every now and then I’m in the car, on the way somewhere, glance down at my feet and go :smack: , and hang my head in shame.
However this effect is wearing off, I go to the corner store without a thought now.
I can’t help myself.
Forgive me, I am weak.
I think I’ve worn that combination. 
But I’m not known for having any sort of fashion sense. Ah, so it goes.
I can’t wear high-necked clothing. I have a beautiful sweater that was a gift, and I’ve only work it once because it has a big, high, cowl neck. I can’t have my (shoulder-length) hair getting all static-y on the neck of my shirt. Plus, it touches my chin. Eeee. And it makes my chest feel HUGE. If I could remove the neck, I’d love it.
Oh, and I’ll echo: thongs, extreme low-riders (esp. when worn with visible thongs), and pleated pants.
What really, really bothers me are the ultra low-rise pants. I had no problem seeing people in hip huggers or even fairly low rise pants. But if I can see half of your pelvic bone, and if I can be fairly well assured that if your pants slipped a centimeter I’d see whether you were a natural blonde, bleccch.
Does anybody really find this sexy? Seeing some 14 year olds protruding pelvic bones? And what parent is letting their kid dress like that anyway?
What’s wrong with thongs? They seem perfectly normal to me.
Granted, I do not wear low-rise jeans, my blouses always overlap my skirts and I don’t reveal any of my stuff in the lower abdominal zone. A woman of my age ought to know better than to attempt dressing like a teenager. Thongs are just as acceptable for mature women, as long as they don’t show them in public. And it’s none of your beeswax.
You’ll pry my toe socks from my cold, dead feet.
I wear them with my flip flops. Not in public, though.
Hmmm, after reading this I think my issue is not just toe socks but anything that deigns to separate toes from one another :eek: I do like the “cloven hoof” description, though.
I found another clothing issue on a trip to the store last night: Fully grown adults who dress in Disney/Warner Bros. character clothes from head to toe (Eeyore sweat pants, Eeyore sweatshirt, Eeyore varsity jacket . . . )
Ditto to that. I’ve never been accused of being a prude, but the sight of a 12 year old girl in low-rise sweatshorts with the word ‘Sexy’ written across the ass gives me the willies. And I’ll add: generally rude and obnoxious phrases-to-wear. The “Bite me” shirt comes to mind as a quaint example of un-clever billboards used to advertise a person’s lack of class. Although, I suspect they are useful when searching for kindred spirits in a crowd.
This is the heart of it for me…nearly everyone I see looks so uncomfortable! The girls are being cut in half by their clothes and the boys are having to hold theirs on. So much of the clothing being sold bears no resemblance to the human body.
Man-shirts, that are tight enough for me to see the size/shape/pointyness of their nipples.
This is likely to be an unpopular opinion, but I don’t care for black t-shirts.
I’ll see your capri pants, and raise you what I call “manpri” pants. These are basically calf-length cargo shorts that tried to make inroads into mens fashion about 5 years ago.
Nothing wrong with thongs on other people, I guess. (Providing I can’t see them.) I’ve worn a thong a few times, though, and the memories I have of the horrible feeling of something sliding way too far up into there…skreeeek! I just can’t do it.
Well fuckin’ told. I hate capris on 97% of the population.
- You need to be tall
- you need to be young
- you need to be thin
- they need to be tight
- you need a tan
Anything else is a fashion disaster.
I’ll agree with almost all of these, except what’s wrong with pleated pants? I do a lot of bike riding and so I have rather large thighs. It’s hard to find non-pleated pants that fit me well.
And I’ll add…
Intentionally visible bra straps. Sometimes it’s a spaghetti-strap top that has no possible chance of hiding the bra, or the bra strap is near the shoulder and the tank top is closer to the neck. I know it was supposed to be daring in its day, I think it looks utterly, utterly lazy and trashy.