I usually try to give people a break about clothes they may have worn in their youth.
But those people generally aren’t trying to throw me in a Gulag and destroy the United States!
I had a double-knit dark green shirt with a lime green lining that I thought was the cat’s meow.
Meow!
Every fall my mom would drag me to KMart and buy my school clothes.
From the mid-60s to the 70s.
And then, for Christmas, she’d go back and buy me more as gifts.
I wore things then that I would not wear to a dog fight now, even if I thought I could win.
Worst case in point, I had my photo taken for the local newsrag because of winning a spelling bee and she dressed me in a shirt-with-matching-knit-vest that was brown with an orange and white chain link pattern.
In color, it was bad enough but the black and white newspaper photo made it look like the spelling bee was held in a prison.
:-\