My Mom and I were doing self checkout at the Farmington Station Harmons when all of a sudden most of the high school kids came there for lunch. It was incredible.
Watching teenagers is a trip. The girl's styles, with their high waisted pants that are soooooo tight and up their hoo-has, blasting camel toes on full display is confounding. How is that comfortable? Hey, I'd like the pants that saw me in two, give me a rash, AND a yeast infection please! Hard pass.
Peering over all this from a GenX perspective I started to name groups, like a mashup of David Attenborough and a John Hughes movie: that one's a Molly Ringwald, those are the skaters, the sports, the nerds, and the full on goobers.
During high school I remember being OBSESSED with not having camel toe. I mean, it was a prerogative in clothing decisions. (Yes, I'm back on that.) I am allllll for fashion recycling. We did it. I used to wear my Mom's 60s sweaters and skirts to school. But why couldn't they just bring back jelly shoes and parachute pants instead of this reiteration of the Mom Jean? SMDH.
My Mom and I sat in the car resting and finishing our coffees for a while and watched the kids stream out. My Mom finally goes "ooop, caught some camel toe."
It was awesome.
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