Leg warmers. My, what an attractive look. NOT.
Curtains that drag on the floor. Sorry, that’s not stylish. That’s the mark of a dysfunctional tape measure.
Dickies. Were they ever in style? Aptly named, however.
Pointy pumps. Great look, oh Wicked Witch of the Wessssst.
High beds. Because after a long day, I look forward to a climb.
Skorts. “Ooh, check out the babe. She’s wearing a mini… Whaaaah?”
Acid washed jeans. Why, YES, I want to buy pre-ruined clothing.
Fashion in general. What’s wrong with a nice, clean t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants?
Shrugs - Only your shoulders are cold?
Heavy sweatshirt… with shorts and sandals - Only half of you is cold?
Stirrup pants - I’m biased, never could wear due to long legs. But I just never understood the reasoning.
Blech–sweat pants, really?
Sandals on men. Men’s feet are hairy and disgusting. No man should ever wear sandals, and certainly not flip-flops anywhere besides a pool or a gym shower.
Wearing a sport jacket that is a different color than your pants. Not a different shade of the same color, but a different color entirely. Like, a blue blazer with khaki slacks. This is half-assed and the mark of a high school kid or frat guy dressed up for a Junior Entrepreneurs meeting or something.
Change that to “Any sort of clothing (but usually jeans) that has any sort of damage done to it, but still is not only sold, but sold at a mark-up”.
There have to be clothing industry executives laughing at those customers somewhere.
I don’t even know what those are. Explain, please?
But it reminds me of shoulder pads on women. Faux-football, anyone? Not a good look.
Reminds me of an episode of Silver Spoons (damn I feel old saying that . . . ) where Ricky gets a serious lecture from his dad while wearing a shirt with hole all over it. The dad finishes up and in a gesture of solidarity says, “it needs another hole right there” and Ricky goes, I can’t cut this shirt, I just got it!
And on that note . . . vests.
The fashion that makes me laugh now is the flatbillers (search google images.) Famous Stars and Straps or Rob and Big shirts, skater shoes, nautical star tattoos, hoodies with iron crossses on them, tapout stickers on their lifted pickup trucks . . . these guys are EVERYWHERE.
Mullets.
Especially those big puffy down vests that are actually meant for cold-weather activities. Don’t limbs get cold way before trunks?
And I’ll add the general sartorial schizophrenia that occurs in April and October in the Northeast. Little linen skirts and flip flops with a hat, scarf, and gloves? Bermuda shorts with Uggs? Heavy coats with bare legs and open-toed shoes? Seriously?
Change that to anything non-clothing as well. I sort of understand furniture that’s been beaten to shit and then painted to look like the paint is 200 years old. I kind of like it.
But a few months ago I went guitar shopping. I saw the prices of new Strats. $300? Great. $700? Awesome. $1200? Sure, I’d pay that. $3000+ for factory-installed gouges, dents, scrapes, and missing paint? Thanks, but no. I’d rather buy a shiny new beater and bang it up on the skulls of squares, nerds, Lawrence Welk fans, and fellow band members.
You can’t buy dues, you have to pay them. If I bang up my Strat, I want a story to go along with it. “Ya see, there were these three hookers, a pickup truck, and a drunken yak” makes far sweeter music than “So Daddy went to Guitar Center in The Hamptons.”
A shrug is a sweater that stops just under your boobs. (Think valance on a window). Are they coming back? I had one in 1955, when I was 10.
I don’t know what they’re called but I’m seeing a lot of high-waisted long shirts, or short dresses. Whatever they are, everyone who wears it looks pregnant.
And capri pants. They look like high-waders.
From what I understand, no. If you keep your core and head warm, everything else warms up.
That’s what I’ve heard from third-hand science, anyway. I’m not so convinced in the throes of a New England February when I’ve lost a glove.
Facetious. I do understand the existence of fashion in general. I AM more comfortable in a nice light pair of sweatpants than in jeans or dress trousers, though. But I’ll wear the others when I have to.
So… It’s a dickie with a thiroid problem?
I find that if I stay inside and keep drinking, like a person with some damned sense, everything else warms up.
And a shrug is not so much a dickie as a boob cozy.
I quite like mine. It’s perfect for the fall/early winter when wearing a full winter coat is just too damn hot but a hoodie is nowhere near warm enough.
Totally agree with the shrugs, when I see one I can’t help but think of my Grandma telling me to pull down my jacket because my kidneys will catch a chill…
HUGE sunglasses that cover half your face.
YES! I don’t understand why any woman would wear one of those. They are not flattering to ANY body-type. They make skinny women look fat, and they make larger woman look…well, still large.
I tried to find pictures online, but I don’t know what to search for.