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Attire Anxiety

By David Drury

 

A sure-fire sign of aging is excessive anxiety about the attire of younger people.  Old people whine about how expensive all the younger people’s clothing is.  Old people think all the girls are dressing too loose and suggestively and that the boys are dressing too sloppy and disheveled.  Old people start to think that the clothing people wear tells you a lot about the person’s attitude and character—completely offensive suggestions for young people to hear; for they think clothing is all about individual expression, freedom and taste.  Old people are completely unconnected and unaware of the style and trends of youth and are generally “out of it.”

 

Apparently, I am now an “old people.”  All of the above statements now apply to me.  I too have begun to whine.  The suggestive and sloppy trends are bothering me.  I “don’t get it.”

 

But I’m resigned to the fact of aging.  I embrace it with boldness and hopefully a bit of panache today.  I am old people.  And I will now rant about the clothes these youngins wear today (I typed that angrily while wagging my soon to be wrinkled and arthritic finger at the wall.)

 

Rant #1 – PDU: The Public Display of Underwear

 

I have a theory.  The point at which underwear is visible it no longer is technically underwear.  It becomes outerwear.  It no longer serves the primary function of underwear—which is to keep things beneath the clothing out of sight and in proper “order” you might say.  Now, it is not the underwear itself that is so offensive, it is the “deliberately haphazard way” in which it is displayed.  Jeans are worn low enough to display a bright red thong above the hip by design.  Boxers are hiked up to the navel to display their creative heart pattern.  An over the shoulder bra is worn with a strapless tube-top.  I knew the trend had gone too far when the “lingerie” look for women became “couture-sheik.”  You’ve seen it—the ladies wearing the shiny-lacy tops with dress pants and perhaps a business suit coat (if they are over-30).  It’s the “I didn’t take my medication so I forgot to get fully dressed this morning” look.  I rant against this premeditated public display of underwear.  Enough!  Are they going to start tucking toilet paper onto their belts now?

 

Rant #2 – Celphonicus Atachitu Cranium

 

Cell phones are more common than driver’s licenses these days.  In fact, teenagers in particular seem to be more likely to own a cell phone than have a part-time job (but that’s another rant).  Cell phones have become more than a way to tell mommy they’re going to miss curfew on Friday night… they are now a huge part of “the look” someone has.  Cell phone commercials are closer to Gap ads than any others today because of it.  The color and style of are utmost importance.  They phones go on strict South Beach diets each Spring and thus become slimmer with each passing year.  And now each person not only chooses a ringer that “represents” their personality, but they can download ringtones and attribute them to each frequent caller in their life.  When the girlfriend calls, an Usher song blasts out of the pocket.  When their best friend calls, Coldplay jams in the purse.  The Simpsons theme son for the older brother, etc.  And now clothing and bags must come with the mandatory “cell phone pocket.”  I have a laptop bag with just such a pocket on the strap.  I decided several years ago to get rid of my cell phone and let others reach me on their time not mine, so I have no use for this pocket.  I’ve tried to put my keys in there but they fall out.  My digital camera is too big for it.  I’ve determined that the only other use for this pocket is a pack of cigarettes.  I’ve not yet picked up that habit but with all this attire anxiety I may start up and finally have use for that pocket.

 

Rant #3 – The Cover-up: False Modesty

 

It happens all the time.  A woman I’m having a conversation with will continually place her hand in the middle of her chest while talking and moving around.  At first I wondered why they were doing this: are they getting ready to say the pledge of allegiance?  But then I realized, all the women doing this motion were wearing low cut tops.  They were concerned about people “seeing down there” in the conversation.  Now, I could understand this motion if they were crawling around on the floor looking for a lost eye contact.  But to do it when sitting across the table or standing on the level is very distracting.  It’s far more distracting than the actual vision of the low-cut top would be by the way.  Women… many men are having the following internal monologue when you do this: “Oh, crap, does she think I was looking or something?  Oh no, she moved her hand for an instant… I think I might have glanced.  Now she’s covering with one hand while looking right at me and gesturing with the other about whatever it is she’s blabbing on about.  She thinks I’m a pervert.  Oh NO!  Please, Lord, pluck out mine eyes!”  I think a new rule should be in effect: if there is a blatant need to cover up ones chest area during normal conversation on the same sea level because of the very real possibility that partial frontal nudity might be witnessed, then the person wearing the low-cut top should buy some sweaters instead of making this false modesty cover up move.

 

Rant #4 – Disproportionate Flesh Coverage

 

Some of us happen to have some fat rolls.  I’ll fess up to mine.  I believe at the moment I have two rolls on my belly, the far southern one being about twice the width of the top one.  They are nothing for me to be proud of.  But I confess, I’m somewhat fleshy in certain places.  However, I have never intentionally shown someone else these fat rolls.  Some people have no such compunction anymore.  Strolling around the mall or the park or the odd county fair you are sure to witness inordinate amounts of fat roll spillage out of clothing.  It’s a motto we should all memorize: friends don’t let friends wear spillage-causing-spandex.  Men and women: it’s important to have the kind of friends in your life that can be honest with you and say, “Honey, your niece couldn’t fit into that outfit and she’s 11 years old.  It’s time to go see Lane Bryant  in the mall tonight baby.”  Again, I don’t mean to shame anyone here.  I’ve had to make such adjustments over the last 10 years of weight gain in my 20s.  The problem is we all “think” we’re the body type we were when we were 20.  When in reality a “size 20” dress or shirt is the right call.

 

Rant #5 –Excessive Electronics

 

Many young republican men are still trying to make their way up the corporate ladder and party like its 1989!  You can see these men a mile away because they have their shirts tucked into nice pressed pants.  They all wear sturdy leather belts because of the weight of electronic accessories they attach to it.  There’s the belt clip for the cell phone on the right side.  Then on the left side there’s the hard case with clip-off attachment for their Pocket PC.  They might even have an iPod case or a separate beeper.  The additional beeper is in case they are on the cell phone switching to a second caller while the e-mail on their PDA is down during a traffic jam.  Gotta have backups!  They think they look like some millennial gunslinger, ready to draw and shoot down deals at high noon.  Instead they look like a cross between members of the high school A/V club and the janitor with all the school keys on the retractable zip out string thing.

 

Rant #6 – Perfectly Unkempt Clothes

 

A long-running trend of the last 15 years is the “intentionally sloppy” way of dress.  It may have started with the “I don’t care” attitude of the grunge era.  But then after my generation got sick of smelling like dirty college students in flannel shirts the trend changed.  It became about “looking sloppy” but it also became very intentional.  I call it the “elaborately disheveled look.”  My brother’s old roommate would put on his baggy pants over his Doc Martens, then pull over an un-tucked shirt.  In my college years the “dressing” 30 seconds of the day would be done at that point.  However, he would instead stand in front of his mirror and move back and forth from each profile view making sure the un-tucked shirt was laying just right for 10 minutes or so.  This compulsive need to make the intentionally sloppy look just right reminds me of when Eddie Vedder sang of his friend’s “perfectly unkempt clothes.”  I think of that song each time I’m in the mall and see a teenager swooshing around the pretzel shop corner in what I can only assume are jeans sewn in Malaysia for the Dress Up Your Elephant festival.  I really have no visible proof that these jumbo coulots are actually jeans—they may in fact be flowing denim prom gowns equipped with Cinderella dress hoops inside for all I know.  Of course I can still somehow see their underwear above the yards of material below their waist.  They great irony: how many are trying so hard to look like they don’t try so hard to look good.

 

Rant #7 – “Independent” Groupthink: The Tie Boycot

 

Another strange development is how many young people have boycotted ties.  Since I am a pastor this is of unique interest to me.  Pastors were always known for being “dressed up.”  My grandfather was a pastor in Pennsylvania and he was known for keeping his suit jacket on even when painting the fence.  But now we go to conferences and tell each other about how casual our services are, and then we hunch over in a quite tone suggestive of grassy knoll conspiracies and say, “I don’t even wear a tie anymore.”  What’s the big deal about ties?  Did our fathers all beat us with paisley square knotted silks when we were children and this repressed memory is now coming out in the Tie Boycott?  We all think we’re so independent and different but if you go to 10 of our kind of churches everyone on the stage looks exactly the same.  If I saw a pastor in a tie I might actually go ask him where his time-machine was stored.  Russell Rathburn writes that he thinks there is some pastor’s conference where every minister trades in their ties for stools to preach on instead.  How “individual” is this anymore?

 

So, there is my Old People and Younging Clothing rant.  I’m off my rocker with anxiety about this and I have to confess it here proudly.  And to protest all of this craziness I am going to dress the following way for one week: I will show up to my office in the usual blue shirt (I wear one every day already out of routine and simplicity).  However, I will unclasp three buttons down and constantly cover up my chest around women in the office to make them feel my implied condemnation.  My shirt tails will be tucked into my underpants which will show a full 4 inches above my belt on which will be attached 5 electronic devices including a new cell phone with the “Tell All Your Lovers and Friends” song as the standard ringtone.  If you don’t see me coming you’ll hear my elephant pants swooshing as I stride into the room.  Then you can say, “I thought that guy was ‘Old People’ but he still dresses really cool.”

 

© 2005 by David Drury

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