It’s like designers hired 13-year-olds with Bret Michaels in Boca Raton to design this shit. Worse yet–SOME PEOPLE HAVE BOUGHT THESE THINGS.
There’s a demand for it. There is a demand for jersey butterfly ponchos. My blood is boiling.
Then, I read THIS little gem about the new trend of holyshit on ABC News.
This is a world gone lazy.
PajamaJeans have already been torn apart for their ridiculousness, so I won’t waste my time.
But the President of Jumpin’ Jammerz is going a bit far naming this bullshit the “Pajama Culture,” talking about people going to Vegas clubs in these. People considering INTERVIEWING in JEGGINGS AND PAJAMAJEANS. He’s making a social network for people who live this “pajama lifestyle.”
I’m just so confused.
I thought this was the end. I thought we’d gone too far in our willingness and ability to swathe ourselves in ridiculous crap.
And then, just to test myself, I googled “ridiculous clothing,” and got these.
These were made for babies. And I assure you, I have chosen the more appropriate ones–most of them made ME blush.
You know what? Wear all the acid-wash corduroy footie pajamas to interviews you want.
What’s the worst thing you’ve ever seen someone wear?
If we can’t laugh at ourselves, who can we laugh at?
Oh goodness. It seems as though the fashion debate has been around long enough that even early man was quoted as saying, “Ugga wear distressed mammoth hide. Ugga so last global disaster.” And you Leaguers are no exceptions.
So, I propose a contest, inspired by our own Funny Bitch, BloggerToBeNamedLater.
Who has the best picture of your worst fashion disaster?
I’ll start the bidding with me. I have many, many of me when I was a child and my mother decided it’d be cool for me to dress myself (hello Lion King shirt/Polka Dot Bikini/Snowboots combo), but here’s one of me in New York on a vacation where Adrian took me BEFORE WE WERE MARRIED. Look at those butch-ass arms and transitional haircut that leaned to the left.
Who knew old white tennis shoes and too-short jeans would look totally fine on 5th avenue? YES MA’AM!