Yesterday while at work…a young lady came up to the counter. She is obviously too…well…chubby to wear the new, fashionable extremely low-waisted jeans that all the girls seem to be wearing now and her chubbiness spilled out over the top of her jeans. As if that wasn’t bad enough she was wearing a very TIGHT, short top that barely covered her boobs AND she had a hairy belly. Disgusting.
Things I have also seen that cry out “FASHION POLICE” in the mall:
a young girl (8 or 9ish) running around in a bikini top and a barely-ass-length skirt with little toy high heels.
A very obese man in a muscle shirt and short shorts…can we say eeew?:eek:
A woman who looked to be in her mid to late 30s in a denim one-piece short (and I mean SHORT) sleeveless jumper and six inch stiletto heels.
A pair of (what seemed to be to me anyway…)obvious transvestite males…one in hot pink stiletto heels,a short black leather skirt and off-the-shoulder black/hot pink tanktop with a glittery silver boa around his(her??) shoulders. The other was in a pair of white hightop tennis shoes, three pairs of different colored socks on each leg, spandex bike shorts of various bright colors, off-the-shoulder tank top and fishnet gloves up to the elbow on each arm.
IDBB
Yeah, I think this person is an enabler of dreadful hair styles.
Sounds like a monday night on the Ave near the UW.
IDBB: Didn’t you defend mullets a few months back?
Seeing as I’ve made a fashion faux pas or two in my lifetime, I generally try to keep my comments on other peoples choice of attire to myself. Unless the person in question is my child/parent/spouse/sibling/boyfriend/girlfriend/general friend who specifically asked for my opinion. It’s their money and their bodies, they can do what they like.
[sub]Not to say I haven’t participated in a conversation like this in my lifetime but I was so disgusted with myself afterwards, having been on the other side of the coin, so to speak. Sorry for interrupting your fun.[/sub]
I went to a wedding this weekend where the photographer had on a white dress shirt and tan dockers. His footwear was a pair of brown leather sandals (the velcro kind) and a pair of white athletic socks with grey toes and heels.
tanookie–eew.
And yes, I did support a mullet on my husband in a previous thread but only cuz he has semi-wavy hair and with anything LESS than a semi-mullet, he looks like a walking Q-tip.
Yesterday at work had I not been so disgusted, I would’ve laughed at one lady. It was obvious she was pregnant and had on a teeshirt that read “Bun in the Oven. Will be done baking on (insert date here)” with a HUGE arrow pointing down. I guess either the shirt had stretched or was simply too big for her because the tip of the arrow pointed not to her huge belly but to her crotch. I wondered if she even knew that the arrow pointed to her crotch instead of her belly.
IDBB
My pet peeve is seeing physicians in the hospital who are wearing a blue scrub top with green scrub bottoms (or vice versa). I also cringe every time I see the surgeon who wears a blazer over his scrubs around the hospital and the female resident who wears her scrubs with boots that have 3 inch heels (on a practical level I would think that it would hurt to stand in them during a long operation).
Who gives a fuck about what other people wear?
The other day I saw someone wearing clothes. In this day and age, unenlightened people still wear clothes! Can you believe it?
I laughed in his face because he was so dumb.
The worst was a drag queen wearing shorts over panty hose and really nasty purple lipstick. Yuck! Dude, have some fashion sense! You’re supposed to be over the top-not tacky!
I think that what bothers me the most are women in my age group (I’m 41) who are still dressing like they’re 19. Saw a woman at the market a couple of weeks ago, and at first, I could only see her from the back. She looked OK. Her white jeans were pretty tight, but her figure was fine, so she could pull it off. Tight black off-shoulder t-shir, tuckied in to show off her waist. Ankle-high black spiked heel boots. Bleach blonde hair teased almost to the sky. When I saw her from the front, I realized she must have been pushing 50! Some people should know when to grow up!
At the music festivals around here, Mr. Butrscotch and I enjoy people-watching, and the letting-it-all-hang-out crowd is, shall we say, interesting. Louisiana heat and humidity, not to mention the fact that a huge number of the tourists who come here spent the whole time drunk on their ass and shed their inhibitions along with their clothes, cause people to wear things they REALLY should not. Particularly the women who have fought the gravity battle and lost, but have shed their bras along with that portion of their clothing that covers most of their chest. Eww.
OTOH, it’s always interesting to see the number of guys – not in drag – wearing skirts. Just plain, ordinary skirts. Which I guess are more comfortable in the heat for the guys, too.
When I was about 10, I went into a “leopard” phase. I thought it was the epitome of cool to wear a hat in the shape of a leopard head (bought at some crap tourist shop) with my leopard skin leggings, a yellow top, and faux leopard-trim gloves. For some reason I often chose to add a bright pink vinyl belt to my ensemble.
So when I see people that I think have a somewhat odd taste in fashion, I think back to the early 90s and admit to myself that whatever they are wearing is certainly not as horrible as a 10 year old wannabe leopard. 
Are you sure they weren’t wearing a Sport Kilt? Website is here. They are available in the standard plaids and in camo. I got my SO one for Christmas, but he has been too chicken to wear it in public as of yet.
Howyadoin,
I’m not the world’s snappiest dresser, so I usually reserve judgement in such matters, but sometimes something really turns your head (or stomach)…
Something the first: Mrs. Raven and I were treating the nephews to an afternoon in Hell, cleverly disguised as our local ersatz Chuck E. Cheese-kinda place. As we were eating, I saw two girls walk by, both wearing belly shirts and sweatpants. Silkscreened across the ass of one girl’s sweats was “Hottie”. The other opted for the more traditional “Bitch”.
These girls couldn’t have more than 11 or 12…
The other necksnapper took place at an open mic that I take part in at a blues-rock kinda joint north of Boston. One night we were visited by a 6’6", 375lb Rod Stewart impersonator. There are some people on whom skin-tight leather pants should not go. I mean, God bless the guy… I enjoyed his set (music, that is, although were I so inclined I had adequate opportunity to survey his gear), but the whole thing was just surreal.
-Rav
Or maybe a He-Skirt?
If you think of “fashion victim” in the sense of one who slavishly follows the trends regardless of whether they are complimentary to their body type, lifestyle, or age, then Mr. Amanita and I observed a prime specimen in the wild this weekend. Upper-middle class Junior League type woman, easily in her late forties… overstyled hair dyed just a bit too darkly for her skin tone, trendy sunglasses and purse, obviously new peasant-style bright red gauze top with bell sleeves edged with crochet, superdark rinsed flare jeans with embroidery at hems, fashionable but highly impractical red wooden-soled platform sandals. It wasn’t so much those particular fashion choices that made her look silly, it was more that the entire ensemble looked more appropriate for a teenager.
Pointing out Fashion No-Nos to each other is something my hubby and I do all the time! We love it. We’ve got it down to a science. We’ve got code words and even use the hours on the clock to indicate the poor sap’s position.
When you see a FN[sup]2[/sup] s/he almost makes you wonder if s/he has any mirrors in their house!
Come to Baltimore, I_Dig. In two days we’ll give you enough Fashion No-Nos to last you a lifetime.
My mom likes to say that the only taste some people have is in their mouths. The one fashion trend I absolutely don’t understand is pants hanging off the wearer’s ass. Usually it’s boys wearing oversize, crotch to the knees, walking on the hem, what-the-heck-is-holding-them-on pants. I watched one kid wearing this things trying to run, holding for dear life to the waistband.
I just don’t get it.
Personally, I don’t much care what anyone wears, but I reserve the right to chuckle when an outfit strikes me funny.
I’ve been sorely tempted to start a mullet-spotting game, with one point per mullet description, with location, and two points per femullet.
A girl once came into the store wearing a short T-shirt and a pair of baggy jeans. Seeing someone’s underwear from behind is bad enough. Knowing what color someone’s underwear is because his/her pants keep slipping down in front is must-gouge-own-eyes horrible. She asked for an application. I so wanted to get her a belt.