I have never considered myself ‘fashionable’ and I’m sure no one else did either. I was always appropriately dressed. No ‘bits’ showing. Nothing to cause small children to have nightmares. My office “uniform” consisted of an appropriate length skirt or dress, 1 ½ inch shoes, blouse and jacket, a little jewelry, minimal make-up, perhaps a scarf. I never wore pants. Boring perhaps but I felt in control and I was comfortable.
My clothing away from work was equally conservative: jeans, shirt, boots . . . nothing earth shattering but I was clean. Now the rules seem to have changed. Almost anything is acceptable. We seemed to have passed through the phase where young men wore their pants so low you could see the colour of their underwear. As for the ‘plumber’s crack’? More than once I was regaled with that as well. And as for the young women? Shirts were cropped so their belly buttons showed, often with a jewel attached to the middle of it. Their pants were also a little low and I must admit very few of them could pull it off. But that was considered fashionable.
The other day I was rolling down the sidewalk and stopped for a light to change. A young woman was standing in front of me and I couldn’t help but be aware of what she was wearing. Tights. When I was a kid, we wore tights under our clothes to keep warm in the wintertime. Think of them as heavy pantyhose. Nowadays they are being worn as if they were pants. I could see the colour of her underwear through them! They were white. What are people thinking?
I know clothes are a statement. They allow individuals to express themselves to the world. I respect that. I like to see people thinking for themselves, being an individual. And then I look at magazines. I’m sure YouTube has a lot to do with it as well, social media has great power. They’re like lemmings following each other. I don’t see uniqueness I see conformity. A few people at the top of the fashion tree make decisions, multibillion-dollar decisions and the world complies. Sigh.
I remember shoulder pads and fanny packs. I remember platform shoes and Shag haircuts. Yes, I am THAT old. Hahaha! Some of those were great and others, not so much. Each generation has their trademark fashion item. The individuality only seems to happen within the confines of that trend. But to the individuals who stray from the path and think for themselves: keep it clean! Mothers are watching.