Brother from another mother? And a lot of Aussie scrunch hairspray, mousse and gel.
I had Z Cavaricci overalls, the kind that are shorts instead of pants.
And yes, I wore it with one shoulder-strap unbuckled.
(If anyone else clicked the link in the spammer’s post: Bets on how long before someone posts in this thread about those shirts? Damn, those are unfortunate!)
Unless I just broke a board rule about commenting on a removed post. In which case… Move along, nothing to see here!
I read a book once that referred to the dime/loafer thing as being a way to make sure of having change for the pay phone. Don’t know where on the inflation line a ten cent phone call is, but thought I’d throw it out there.
In the book, the main character did it so that she could call HIM if she needed to. So very pre-cell phone.
That I participated in? I had a mullet, though not really. I had a ponytail with the rest of my hair reasonably short. Oh well.
I did the skinny tie thing in high school/early college. Gray with pink dress shirt, for the win.
Jean jackets.
Had a pair of those. I think that’s one of the earliest fashion decisions was deciding I never wanted to wear corduroy pants again.
I got a Members Only jacket right about the time they stopped being cool, and jean jackets came in.
Corduroy pants make that annoying zip sound as your thighs brush together when you walk.
Corduroy also suffered from being a type of clothes that my mom picked out for me instead of my own choice. And she was more concerned about price than my comfort.
But it was the corduroy pillows that really made the headlines!
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The giant ribbed cords were the best. You know, the ones you could hide spare change in between the ribs.
And let’s not forget ribless cords
Ah, I think corduroys were way better than another long-lasting fashion (?) trend among young males, which is: pants whose waistband hit low. Really, really low. So that you have to wear good-looking unholey boxers with them, because the boxers WILL show. Because your waistband is right around crotch level if not lower.
Ugh. My kid finally got over that. I had two sons that participated in that fad and it went on for years and never looked anything less than ridiculous, which they now both acknowledge. (They pulled up when they came home but we knew what they were doing.)
Low-rise jeans with high-rise whale-tail thong showing at the back when you bend down. I’ll admit I’m guilty.
Sport bra worn under overalls.
I used to wear windsuits quite a lot. Not because I was outside in the wind or anything. Just casually.
I also kept on wearing sweats longer than than I should have.
Before washing them, or in general?
one word
Spandex
I never wore it.
Nobody should.
The tuxedo I wore to my prom in 1974. Powder blue, dark blue velvet piping, extremely ruffled shirt, also blue. 50% of the guys there had on the exact same tux and each and every one of us had the same hang-dog look on our faces. We looked like pastel puff balls. When I look at pictures now I have to wonder what the hell my parents were thinking, letting me go out of the house like that.
One guy showed up in a classic black tux that his dad forced him to wear rather than renting like everybody else. The lucky shlub, he looked like James Bond beside all us frilly, pastel guys.
Allow me to purge my soul - I had a polyester lime-green leisure suit with contrasting white stitching. I wore it with the faux-silk polyester floral green shirt, open at the throat, and big clumpy platforms.
I showed the picture to my children, and told them that if they ever misbehaved at school, I would wear the outfit to the conference. Both of them graduated with honors.
Regards,
Shodan
Well yes, that is a ridiculous, idiotic, and hideous trend. But it’s not one that I participated in, so I didn’t post it.
I still laugh whenever I see people like that walk buy, needing one hand perpetually on their pants. You know who else wears pants that don’t fit? Clowns.
(And apparently me, but that’s a different story.)
A few that I remember:
The acid-washed denim tuxedo (jeans, jacket, hat, etc).
When I was in college and shortly after “Top Gun” came out the “Faux Fighter Pilot Look” was incredibly popular with a lot of the fraternity guys. You’d see packs of them in jeans, brilliant white t-shirt and artificially weathered leather bomber jacket with lots of meaningless badges sewn on. And leather work boots with laces undone and the tongue yanked out, sort of a rural Run-DMC highlight.
That reminds me of being a ring bearer in a wedding about that time. My extremely fuzzy hippie cousin was getting married and we all had on our white tuxedos with pastel yellow shirts that were at least 50% frills down the front.
My senior year of high school (1973-74), it was not uncommon for me to wear a pair of maroon polyester bell-bottom pants, a colorful paisley long-sleeved shirt, a maroon pullover vest (in a shade that didn’t quite match the pants), a wide white belt, and white shoes.
All accessorized with a head of collar-length red hair and black-rimmed glasses.
Earth shoes. Those Danish things with the sole thinner at the heel than at the toe, aka “negative heel”, so your toes are sort of perpetually lifted. (Which some orthopedists now claim is bad for you anyway.)
Oh, and since that revelation’s not embarrassing enough, I took disco dance lessons when I was in high school. My disco outfit was a champagne satin skirt with a handkerchief hem and a matching crepe peasant blouse with a black cord belt and black T-strap heels. I felt so pretty, and I must have looked so awful. Praise heaven that no photographic record survives.