Posted on 05/12/2006 7:26:17 AM PDT by qam1
Dressing like your daughter doesnt make you look hotterjust stupider.
Creepy futurist/author Douglas Coupland once wrote that in the 1960s, everyone dressed as if they were 35 years oldbut that by the 90s, that age had dipped to 25. Alarmingly, it didnt stop there, and one wonders if Couplandwere he not currently embroiled in increasingly weird artistic pursuitsmight not notice that in the few years since he made his point, masses of adults have taken to dressing like 15-year-olds: a trend that, if it continues, should by the 2010s center on sippy cups and purple overalls.
Men get partial credit for this descentbut puerile as it is, mens fashion is now less pointedly teenaged than womens. Flip-flops, board shorts, logo tees and scruffy hair are hallmarks of the contemporary mens lookbut guys have a long history of resembling the homeless. The current surf hobo thing is but the latest devolution in their casual wear.
No, it is adult women in their 30s and 40sparticularly in Southern Californiawho have taken up the standard, and who now dress like teenagers. They are the new Teen Moms, a demographic that is pack-like in its affinities (crossover SUVs, satchel purses) and equipped with the financial capacity to indulge its most egregious whims. As we will see: elsewhere in the world, women with moneyand women who dress as if they have moneymay expend their shopping energies on classic jewelry and durable designer pieces. But not here.
Forget refined, elegant style and aging gracefully. The aesthetic raison dêtre for an enormous cabal of Orange County women is one of battle: of slaying each passing day with a fiery sword of Botox. For them, the next big trend has become less about the serene simplicity of a Ralph Lauren offering and more about what their daughters drag home. The new Teen Momclinging tightly to youths untucked shirttailshas no qualms about pillaging cuts, colors, fabrics, brands and stores previously reserved for her female progeny, with their nubile bods and nascent ideas of attractiveness.
And she and her ilk are everywhere: grown women with adult lives and mature bodies, flitting through grocery stores and dog parks in hot-pink Juicy sweats, sequined tank tops scrawled with some declaration of foxiness, and pigtails. Bad taste taken to the next level, theirs is a situation rich in ironythe more pains middle-aged women take to resemble young girls, the more obvious their age becomes.
From the bottom up, Teen Mom wears a sort of Barbies Closet collection of separates: a mix-and-match of items whose colors and textures resemble Target at Easter. Her footwear is either stilettos or flip-flops; shoes are usually sequined, snakeskinned, accessorized and brightly colored. Her jeans are, obviously, upscale boutique denimtight of leg, sculpted of ass, low of waist. Her sweats are not sweats at all but tightly fitted velour pants in burnished shades of pink, purple, green or blue. Her miniskirts may be denimin the tradition of the Cougar (the Cougar is but one or two genera away from Teen Mom)but they are more likely short and ruffled: a style worn last year with Uggs by real, live teenagers.
On top, Teen Mom varies, but she maintains a fondness for some combo of tight-ribbed tank tops, T-shirts and zip-front hoodies. Enormous sunglasses and some form of gaudy jewelrycostume or real, so long as it looks cheapcomplete the look. Which leaves only the hair: blond. It is rare indeed for Teen Mom to have hair that has not been colored very, very blond; on this style point, her clans consistency is truly stunning. Think Amy Poehler as the dizzy, clueless teen queen mom in Mean Girlsa character intended as a Teen Mom parody. Yet, aside from one movie moment where a lap dog nibbles her presumably artificial nipples without her noticing, the character seems less an exaggeration than an absolutely spot-on tribute. But are her real-life counterparts in on the joke? Or do their Roxy tees somehow imbue Teen Moms with rock-star confidence or the fashion frisson moment of This is my destiny outfit?
Its not as if Teen Moms are physically ill-suited for their assumed wardrobes. Thanks to spectacular amounts of leisure time spent on workouts, grooming and ignoring food, Teen Moms are usually rail-thin, with cut and refined prison bodies. It can be incongruous: as I discovered yesterday in the line at Starbucks, the bird in front of me with the legs and a** packed into the awesome jeans, the teeny hoodie, the bleached-out beach hair, and the Quiksilver ball cap was not, in fact, in her senior year. Her voice, which I heard when she ordered her skim-decaf-whatever, belied her youthful outfit. But her face, which I saw when she migrated to the drink pickup counter, was ravaged by sun and age: deep lines cut across her cheeks and neck, screaming to be filled in by five extra pounds of middle-aged softness.
Every generation of teen girl finds new ways to piss off her keepersbralessness, ratted hair, Madonna gloves, genital warts, Dr. Martensbut generational payback doesnt work if Mom embraces your tight jeans and cropped tops. Your only remaining option is to outdo her, and todays teenage girl knows how, thanks to the likes of Mischa, Lindsay, Mary-Kate and Parisespecially Pariscelebrities who are actively sexual and look it, and are scarcely out of their teens. So she gets pedicures, carries purses, and aspires to heels and Ace bandage-length skirtsstarting at an age when style should probably be more about what clothes are best for playing soccer.
Tina Feys Mean Girls character, the teacher, solved the problem for us two years ago: Youve got to stop calling each other sluts and whores. It makes it okay for guys to call you sluts and whores, she said in the filmin one of the most trenchant exchanges I heard that year. And everyone learned a valuable lesson, in less than two hoursbut in real life, were stuck with the teen queen Reginas and their psuedo-hooker wear. Theyre not going anywhere.
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O....M....G..... wrinkled leather!
Is that the grandkid, showing his distaste?
Whoops! I really need to change that picture. Add that to the never ending to do list. :0)
The point really isn't whether it looks good on someone or not because they look good naturally (i.e., in the buff) or not.
The point is CLASS. Whether it's looking like a floozie or a wino, looking like garbage doesn't look good on anybody.
Men and women who typically dress like this show disrespect to everyone *and* themselves. They look like (literally) garbage.
They care not in the least what others think - which contrary to modern belief, is NOT a good aim. As Seinfeld said (I know, not a perfect example of clothing class) to Costanza wearing low-class duds, "this says 'I GIVE UP.'"
I'm amazed people are so concerned about what their actual bodies look like, but not a whit what they put on them - which is what 99.9999999% of the world is going to see.
Slightly more gentile.
Nothing quite says "white trash" more than a "tramp stamp."
That sounds like a business opportunity.
If these people want to move in the public space like this, then I don't see how commenting on it with the aid of visualization through written text makes me rude.
Besides, if Reagan did go through life without interpreting events in a jovial manner than he may not have been human.
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I used to dress my daughter in Hartstrings clothes when when was young. Available at Norstrom's (I live near the outlet in Devon, Pa.) Classic girly clothing. Wonderful brother-sister outfits. Looking forward to outfitting new grandbaby in Hartstrings.
I disagree with some of this. You don't have to dress like a tramp, but you don't have to conform to any age dress codes.
It seems to me your standards for being a great country are pretty low.
I'll be sure to let the soldiers I know what it is that you think they're fighting for.
Pierced navels and bare midrifs with stretch marks are so erotic.
If older people want to dress 'younger' so be it. Maybe not everyone in their 40s wants to wear sana-a-belt slacks and easy spirit shoes.
You can be conservative politically w/out having to dress conservatibly.
Flapjacks.
Oh yeah, the daughter.....she was 250lbs easy and working on a calzone like a maggot on rotting flesh.
You seriesly need to consider a career in writing.
I never saw JNY at Sam's. I wait unit they go on sale at Boscov's. When I worked in White Plains I was a Bloomingdales fanatic. I would go everyday and hide items until they were placed on sale. Living in hick land I have no Bloomies except for online. I also like Josephine Chause.
Flapjacks = classic!
I could swear I heard the calzone shreek.
Thanks......
No one is suggesting that 60 year old women be relegated to the the mu-mu, but they should select clothes appropriate for their age.
Last year, my husband and I were at a college football game, and I noticed this woman sitting a few rows ahead of us. She was in her mid- to late 50's. She had a great figure, and was dressed in navy slacks and a navy and white striped sweater. She was a lovely woman. She had a very strong Lauren Bacall/Audrey Hepburn air about her. In the midst of these hoochie-mama co-eds that were all over the place with their wine cooler bellies and love handles spilling out over skirts that were too tight and under shirts that were too short, who do my husband notice? The elegantly dressed older woman whose grace and sophistication
put the smackdown on young girls who were too stupid to know the difference between being attractive and looking like a $20 streetwalker.
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