As we age, most of us look upon those young whippersnappers with dismay. Their ideas are more radical than ours, their needs and values are different, and the way they dress...yikes. Pajama bottoms at the grocery store? I kid you not, I once saw a woman in Walmart in pajamas, a robe and slippers. I should have gotten an award for the restraint I displayed at buttoning my lip as I passed, although I did give her the stink-eye, except she wasn't looking my way. What is this world coming to?
There's one trend, that truthfully and thankfully, may be on it's way out, but I'm still going to gripe about it. Pants pulled down low enough to show a few inches of underwear, or worse, the cracks of their behinders. Suddenly it's in fashion to show what Hanes or Fruit of the Loom never meant to be shown, although I'm certain they wouldn't complain about the free advertisement.
Perhaps, could it be, that belts are now so expensive? I just bought one not long ago and found it to be quite reasonable. And, we live in a place that is dang cold in the winter. Wouldn't you want to cover that area a bit more? I would hate to have to show up at the doctor with frostbitten cheeks and you know which ones I mean.
I sound like a prude, don't I? But really, my goodness, pull up your pants!
What's next? I shudder to think.
Now, on the other side of things, covering up too much. What's with winter hats in the summer? Heads must get so hot wrapped up in all that wool, wouldn't you think? Make me wonder what bugs are thriving around those hot little hair follicles.
I will never forget the first time I wore bell bottom pants. I thought my Dad was going to have the big one. And he was right. Those flowery, ridiculous looking pants opened the floodgates to so much more. Short skirts and, yes, I wanted to show my midriff all over the place. Neither of my parents allowed me to do that, but it wasn't for my lack of trying.
These days I act out by wearing the occasional pair of leggings, covered by a very large sweater or shirt. Leggings really are wonderfully comfortable and tight enough to gloss over some of the cellulite.
You know, when I watch the Oscars it's as much for the fashion as anything. Those see-through gowns don't impress me much, although my husband would probably disagree. And rarely do they make the best dressed lists, so why do they do it? Are they showing off their beautiful bodies or trying to get lucky? They are at the Oscars, after all. I'd say they are pretty lucky already.
Each generation has their fashion statements and , in closing of this little rant, let's all shout it together shall we? “Pull up your pants!”
There. I feel better, don't you?