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The recent trend of young girls wearing high waisted shorts that actually resemble a massive diaper has left me utterly confused.
“Why would anyone do that“, I mused in front of my husband.
He looked at me, eyes brimming with the knowledge of a thousand wise saints and said, “It’s called Generation Gap my dear”.
That’s when the realization sank in; I have truly grown old. I no longer understand the fashion statement of the new generation.
Today, I can perfectly sympathize with my mom and her utter shock at the sight of my ripped jeans (Mom and Distressed Jeans). I didn’t even try to explain off-shoulder and cold-shoulder blouse.
Last summer when I went shopping for some nice denim shorts, I had to swift through numerous shorty shorts which resembled something that had been through a shredder. In that tiny piece of clothing, there were enough rips to make me tizzy. I finally gave in and just bought a pair that provided adequate coverage for my modesty.
Shopping for tops is even more distressing. My needs are pretty simple – a nice little sleeve and a V-neckline. Surrounded by a hoard of flimsy materials and sleeveless blouses, my happiness knew no bounds when from afar I spotted a glimpse of something I would like. I picked it up, lo and behold – believe me it was just the neck and sleeve. I solve software problems every single day and yet I was utterly lost at figuring out the usage of this piece of clothing. Is it a fancy bib to be worn while devouring ribs? What is it even trying to cover?
That day I came back home and bought 3 tops through ASOS online store, out of which, later, 2 turned out to be too small. Sigh!!
I have always wanted to dress like Claire Underwood – powerful and sophisticated. But when you don’t have that kind of moolah and countless dresses available with various geometrical cutouts in odd places, finding the perfect workwear is a herculean task. I mean, if I am paying 200 bucks for a dress, the least they can do is to provide a sleeve and a midriff.
Two weeks back when our office reopened after Christmas Break, I was befuddled when the cheerful guy at the reception greeted me. His glorious crown of dark hair had turned completely white. Or Ash Or Platinum or Snow Hair, I don’t know what the fashion police calls it. Now, why would anyone pay to look like Betaal is beyond my comprehension!