[hellotampon]

Brown gauchos, flip flops, and a VERY short, very tight white tee-shirt with a glittery playboy logo on the chest.

...on a middle-aged woman.

[curioushair]

I saw a pair of camouflage-print gauchos at Target. They were hideous just hanging on the rack.

[pepper]

angry *snort* four year old *hysterics*! ooh, special.

share girl, pass those eyesores around!

[dusty]

Camo on a poodle. 'Nuff said.

[herculesgirl]

Ap: you're kidding, right? Please tell me you're kidding...

*cries*

[tyger]

AP, you gonna start a photoblog or some such so we can witness the horrors? though i do have to say, i can picture that outfit without a visual aid, and it truly is terrifying

[auralpoison]

I now know why the camera phone was invented. I have been surreptitiously snapping horrors for my own amusement. Yesterday on a forty odd year old woman: knee length, uneven (I think they call it handkerchief?)/unfinished hem lilac/pink/white dip-dyed tulle skirt. The oh so two years ago kitten heel flipflops that she couldn't keep her feet in that made her ankles wobble awkwardly. They had a cluster of purple peonie (They were puffy & syntethic.) like things on the tops. WHITE marching band style (Looked like she & the guy from the Strokes shopped at the same uniform store.) jacket. A layer of one lilac t shirt, two tanks, white & pink. Topping it off, her hair in two high ponytails on either side of her head, stuffed with; get this: two purle chopsticks each. She was forty-two if she was a day, but dressed like an angry four year old going to her first day of preschool that refused to let mommy/daddy/nanny dress her.

[maimy]

Luci, you just made my day. Hee.

[ginger_kitty]

She mullets and flamenco sweaters, heehee, I needed that!

[pepper]

oh. god. that is dreadful luci.

[lucizoe]

I just walked past a girl doing the whole cowboy boots over super-tight jeans thing, with belt over her sweater. Sweater. Ok, you know those silly costumes favored by those attempting to portray male flamenco dancers? with layers upon layers of fabric comprising ruffly sleeves? often accompanied by maracas? Yeah, that was her sweater.

I laughed a little inside, and then I cried, because someone designed, manufactured, and sold that sweater. And she bought it and saw fit to wear it. I wish I had taken a picture.

[pollystyrene]

There's a woman who works in the same building as me, for one of our sister companies. She's short, petite, has a sort of awkward face, big thick glasses. She has this really bad mullet-y haricut and as if that wasn't bad enough, over the weekend, she got it permed. She looked like an Irish Water Spaniel!

[gumby_cc]

sorry to just jump in with complete disregard to the conversation, but I just saw this and the first thing I thought was how I just HAD to share it with you guys...
So there was a woman in her 40s in overalls (I won't even go there) who I walked past outside while it was moderately raining. Stupid me--I forgot my umbrella and so did she. But I proudly got wet while she wore a mop on her head. YES. A MOP. ON HER HEAD. She held the handle in her hand and brushed the noodle parts aside so you could see her face. It was amazing.

[lucizoe]

*ahem* will say, my mummy is a teacher and she's got a fabulous sense of style. Not in the high-heels/skirts sort of sense, but she's always adorable. She's short and honestly looks like a little Englishman in her trendy pants and maryjanes and clunky accessories.

I had a law prof once who actually and whole-heartedly embraced the tweed-jacket-with-leather-elbow-patches and corduroy pants ensemble. In fact, he was so old he probably started it.

[herculesgirl]

Ah, the fashion sense, or lack thereof, of teachers and professors!

I'm sure I've posted the story of my dad's favorite pair of pants, that just happened to be a nifty green and yellow plaid...

[tyger]

blanche, i have noticed fashion sense going out the window with teaching degrees. like my science teacher who wore skirts up to her armpits, and then just frumpiness everywhere.

i have to say, though, i don't even bother considering the awful hawaiian shirts all the male teachers at my old highschool wear fridays COFs. because friday is hawaiian shirt day. also know as 'find the ugliest hawaiian shirt at the thrift store' day. i usually try and visit my old school on fridays for the nostalgia of it

[bklynhermit]

yay!

i have some pretty cool friends who are teachers. i will ask them about it.

[bklynhermit]

ooh, how could i have forgotten this?

my jeopardy audition yesterday. most people there were just garden variety frumpy. i gave just about all of them a break because most of them looked to be over 50, and you know, when i'm old i am NOT going to care about this stuff. and the people who were younger looked ok, mostly wearing really conservative suits (the guys) or dressed like librarian (the girls, most of whom were librarians unfortunately none of them cute lesbians)

but one guy. oh, god. either a med student or some kind of medical research or biology grad student, probably under thirty-five, but with the air of a 70 year old. holy crap. he looked like a live action version of the nerdy scientist on The Simpsons. a pallor like he hadn't left his mother's basement since his first day of junior high.

thick cokebottle glasses (forgivable, but keep reading)

dress pants circa 1988 (he totally wore these same pants to his prom)

SHORT SLEEVED BUTTON DOWN (oy)

A novelty tie with an E=MCsquared theme!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Orthopedic Shoes.

he did not have a pocket protector, but i bet one of his slightly more stylish female grad student friends stole it out of his lab coat thursday so he couldn't possibly wear it. his shirt pocket did have like 3 pens in it.

[pepper]

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damn funny girls. damn funny.

knitted green garbage sack. ha.

[doodlebug]

Spotted, while driving: young woman exiting the university campus in tan uggs, some kind of khaki clamdigger or gaucho (with two inches of skin between boot top and trouser hem), kelly green pullover with drawstring at the bottom (thus causing the pullover to resemble a knitted green garbage sack), and white jacket of some type that was lost on me by then, because it was the only piece of the outfit that didn't look...wrong, somehow.

Wayyyy too many capri pants at a conference of non-profits today. And I wore a damned blazer because I was told the mayor would be there.

Oh, oh! *sam kinison voice* Ohhhhh! And the thing with the mayor...he couldn't attend after all, so he sent a city councilor in his stead...who wore khakis with a blue and white Hawaiian shirt...which he wore tucked into his pants...the waist of which rode somewhere well under his paunch. (I'm not dissin' the paunch, just the style.)