Blue Curls, you stole my “bleached-ass jeans” comment! Gawd, those things are so contrived; “In case you’re not already looking at my ass, I’ll slap two bleach spots on my jeans’ asscheeks!” The beauty is, everyone knows that’s the purpose, 'cause the wear patterns you’d expect in actual old jeans are nowhere to be found!
My friend Jared once commented that it’s even worse to see it on chicks with flat asses; they’re advertising what they don’t have.
Low riding ghetto pants on guys and gals, but mainly guys.
Street talking accents. (We be, he be, she be, dropping the 've from you’ve and such like that.)
Cars that all look basically alike though by different makers. I recall the cars of the 60s where each maker had a different and interesting style. Where are the interesting cars of the future that they promised us? I have problems telling one car from another these days.
Visible underwear. Either riding up out of the pants, or slipping out from under the sleeves/shoulders. Just yuck, OK? It’s called UNDERwear for a reason.
Wife beater shirts.
Low riding pants.
Visors.
SUVs.
Over the top non-performance mods to cars(huge wings on Civic’s and 6" exhaust tips are NOT performance mods).
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Another vote for hip huggers here. Also, those damn flared bottom pants have been (back) around for far too long already. I’m tired of having to search for a pair of straight legged pants/jeans, so knock it off!
Oh and I like the low rider thing on girls (yes, I am a girl), as long as it’s not too low, so you don’t show your ass crack, 'cause that is majorly grody.
I think completely beaten to death premises will continue until the dawn of time. You can quote me on that.
In terms of clothing, I’ve said this before, but those t shirts with the words “Slut” or “Bitch” or “Spoiled” or “Well-Bred” (yes, I saw one of those) over the front. Because I don’t believe in the principle that one needs a written word over one’s clothing in order to define oneself. I believe in personality, damnit!!
If s/he meant that s/he hates that music is played over and over and over until even the rare good song grates on your nerves. I’m right there with him/her. But I also am old enough to know that I may not be a good judge of what these kids like anymore. But I swear I don’t remember “our” music played so repetitively.
A “wife beater” (hate that term) to me is a “strapper T” t-shirt. They look good on the right toned person.
38 year old females driving their Suburbans/Expeditions/Tahoes through the wild concrete jungles of suburbia, while eating and talking on their cell phone.
Gawd, those things are so contrived; “In case you’re not already looking at my ass, I’ll slap two bleach spots on my jeans’ asscheeks!” The beauty is, everyone knows that’s the purpose, 'cause the wear patterns you’d expect in actual old jeans are nowhere to be found!
But I swear I don’t remember “our” music played so repetitively.