and another thing
Jan. 6th, 2009 11:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireRecently I've been out and about downtown, and I've noticed a terrifying resurgence of all that was ugly about the 1980s. The urge to scream "fucking hipster!" at every person in a white, wide leather belt over a striped shirt and leggings is almost unbearable. Really, leggings aren't so bad. They are useful and they can be comfortable. They are good for yoga.
HOWEVER - leggings are not pants. They. Are. Not. Pants. Wearing a fancy shirt and a jacket that just barely skims your hips does not magically transform your leggings into pants. WE ALL KNOW THEY ARE NOT PANTS! At the Erwin Center the other night I could only stare in numb bemusement at a girl dressed in such an outfit. I wanted to ask her if she left her skirt in the car, or perhaps on the bathroom floor.
Seriously, wtf?
I need to clean the floors, but the kitties are sleeping and it would be mean to wake them up. Perhaps laundry instead.
HOWEVER - leggings are not pants. They. Are. Not. Pants. Wearing a fancy shirt and a jacket that just barely skims your hips does not magically transform your leggings into pants. WE ALL KNOW THEY ARE NOT PANTS! At the Erwin Center the other night I could only stare in numb bemusement at a girl dressed in such an outfit. I wanted to ask her if she left her skirt in the car, or perhaps on the bathroom floor.
Seriously, wtf?
I need to clean the floors, but the kitties are sleeping and it would be mean to wake them up. Perhaps laundry instead.
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Date: 2009-01-07 03:32 pm (UTC)I was an unfortunate victim of misinterpreting 80's fashion. I was nine or ten and saw this long shirt with our camp logo.
Looking back I realise it must have been a sleep shirt but--at the time?
I thought it would be AWESOME with one of those big belts.
I didn't actually have any leggings though--
The final result ended in laughter (theirs, not mine), embarrassment, and me running to hide in my cabin for the rest of the weekend.
I really don't need to relive that walking down the street.
[covers eyes]