This beats the shit out of the mullet.
Yeah, and I don’t think my Nehru jacket counts as a bad fashion trend. Get the message??
Considering that people still wear flannel shirts and nobody wears Nehru jackets anymore, no, I don’t. (Obviously not as many women, but they’re still not seen as dated as a fucking Nehru jacket)
I wore my Nehru jacket just yesterday to go to the deli in Delhi. It’s a new deli, but an old jacket.
I dunno if it was a “trend” or not, but I had pretty much this exact Andre Agassi outfit (I believe it was sold by Nike) that I’d wear for playing tennis or sometimes just hanging around.
That’s odd. I don’t find them particularly uncommon. I just bought a couple pairs maybe a year ago brand new at I think Old Navy or something of that ilk.
All you Corduroy Naysayers must live in Florida or California. One winter like we had in Chicago last year would have taught you one very important fact - cords are toasty warm when the wind chills are in the minus-20’s. Having warm buns or nads is well worth a few swishing sounds.
Keep that in mind as we get closer to December. 
I wear corduroy everything some days.
Pants, jacket, shirt, socks, underwear…
Oh, you name it- from high school in the early-mid 90s, high waisted acid washed jeans, tight rolled of course, keds, shorts year round, like corduroy or suede (ugh) shorts with sweaters in wintertime in the early 90s, then by mid 90s moved on to flannel and doc martens. College, mid to late 90s- overalls or bellbottom jeans with midriff tops, those little teeny butterfly clips in the hair, tall platform shoes.
Yeah, I bought a new pair or corduroy pants last year at the Gap, they are still fine (I think).
Did anybody else ever wear spandex bicycle shorts under jean shorts? Bonus if the jean shorts had frayed holes ripped in them.
Yep, so it sounds like that “Agassi” look I was referring to above was a trend. I really don’t know what I was thinking.
In high school - Greb Kodiak workboots. I’m female, but everyone wore them, and the really cool guys wore them with laces undone and heels dragging.
I’ll explain it, then.
Nehru jackets suck. Flannel shirts suck. Then, now, whenever.
There is a time and place for a flannel shirt.
On your extremely hunky honey (example: page 37 of the Christmas Land’s End catalog from 2 years ago), after he’s chopped some wood to feed the roaring fire of the gorgeous cabin that you just happen to be stuck in during a hella blizzard. In Maine or other way-away location. And you both are hanging out in front of the fire, and darn it, the satellite TV isn’t working…
…Flannel shirt does not stay on hunky honey if you’re doing things correctly. (Note: you might end up wearing it after a shower. That’s ok, too,)
Or if an ice storm hits and the power goes out at your real house in your boring real life, and you’re fucking freezing. It’s ok then, too.
Or if you’re camping, and your hoodie got wet and you’re cold, and you borrow it from your honey and he thinks you look “cute”. It’s ok then, too.
I’m so sorry.
Ten years later, I received the 70’s horror for similar reasons (I didn’t wash my hair enough, it seems).
The dreaded Dorothy Hamill cut. (I was a skinny, plain kid, and my long golden hair was the ***only ***feature that people made nice remarks about. I didn’t speak to my mother for two weeks, forever in child-time. And I hated the fucking short haircut.)
Irony not lost on me, as a teenager I brought that incident up every time my parents bitched that I spent too long in the shower.
Flannel shirts are a perfectly fine garment, guilty by association now the way jeans were back in the day (cue the WKRP speech on dungarees). Silliness like this isn’t the fault of flannel shirts. I’ve found corduroy equally useful in outdoor activities.