Fashion. Really?

Is it fashionable to be unfashionable?

It’s an explosion. Wherever you look, you will see fashion sales.

Online. Offline. In retail stores. In department stores. In malls. Everywhere!

And while I do feel old, every time I visit one of the stores hosting an “upto 50% off sale”, I would really question who devises the wicked wear that defines this generation.

It seems as though designers have taken upon themselves, the responsibility to create uncomfortable, bad looking, badly finished ‘junk’, as fashion.

Fashion… Really?

For example, one of the junkiest styles in fashion I have seen, is the asymmetrical hem. In my view it was a designer’s attempt a passing off a shoddy piece of work. This is how it must have come about.

Designer:

So did the apprentices manage to stitch anything?

Assistant:

Yes Ma’am, but they goofed up… so now the hem at the front is shorter than the hem at the back.

Designer:

Uhhh. OK. So how many such pieces have they managed to goof up?

Assistant:

Ma’am that’s the bad news. They’ve stitched thousands.

Designer:

*facepalm* There goes the business… how do we salvage the situation?

*thinking*

*thinking*

A-ha! Let’s just call it an asymmetrical hem. Let’s get some hot model to wear it and plaster pictures of it all over social media. So we can dump this shit on unsuspecting women. Let’s start a new trend!

Assistant:

Ma’am… you’re a genius!

Then you have these horrendous fluffy things called Tutu skirts. I mean, who can dream about walking around looking like a giant cotton candy?

Boyfriend:

Babe, you know we’ve been seeing each other for quite a while now. And now I think I’m finally close enough to share something personal with you…

Girlfriend:

*starry eyed*

Yes… dear?

Boyfriend:

Babe, if I wanted a poodle, I would have bought one. Can you please stop wearing this tutu skirt?

But that’s fashion for you isn’t it. Table Cloth. Curtains. Floor Mops. Foot mats. Anything can be converted into clothing. With the right amount of hype, publicity and social media buzz, you could turn anything into fashionable wear.

The funny thing is, while what kids these days call fashion may seem outlandish to a lot of us, our parents felt the same way about what we wore, when we were growing up.

Daughter:

Dad. Can I buy this tutu skirt?

Dad:

You serious? You want to buy this?

Daughter:

What do you have against my clothes? It’s in fashion.

Dad:

You know… what you’re wearing isn’t fashion. Its shabby. It’s garish. It’s horrendous to look at. How can it be cool to walk around, looking like the circus just came to town?

Daughter:

Dad. Didn’t you ever wear anything fashionable when you were young?

Dad:

It wasn’t like this in our days. We were sensible. We only wore what was sensibly fashionable, like oversized collars, flared shirt sleeves, bell bottoms, floral prints, acid washed and shotgun jeans…

Daughter:

And that was cool, because?

Dad:

(Reaching for his wallet) How much did you say this skirt was for?