That is Sooooooo Yesterday.....

and indeed it is. But consider this; at the time it was HOT, I mean it was COOL, whatever term applies to the moment, what we do and how we do it thru the years are snapshots in our lives we have no business disrespecting, for to do so would be tantamount to living in constant regret. The fact that just about everything in one form or another comes around in cycles is proof that every madness we fall prey to has it's merit, if only for the moment. Yes, I know, we cringe at the idea of the polyester leisure suits, the beehive hairdos, the lava lamps and flower power and all, but it sure gave us some sort of identity at the time. Each generation latches onto something that for the most part seems less original or inspiring than more simply as whatever works best to piss off our parents. It's the natural desire to escape from the bonds of oppression we experience as teens, and every child that reaches that threshold is going to experience it, and rebel accordingly.
The only problem I see is that we might be running out of things to reserve to our rites of passage. Already we have parents allowing their children to emulate the likes of Britney Spears, and if you honestly think such accelerated expressions of sexually is at all harmless, then YOUR parents may have failed you miserably. There are so many ways we can allow our teens to express their individuality, generation wise, if only we tried a bit harder to be more creative in restraining their natural angst. Our children are fast losing any hope of experiencing their own childhoods at the rate things are going, partly because we confuse our own rights to see, hear, and practice what floats our boat with how best to deliver those distractions. We've let things best left in the realm of controlled access media creep into the public arena, confusing our kids and leaving us scrambling to control the damage and point fingers. I have always been somewhat rabid about my right to see anything I so desire in the privacy of my home, but for Bob's sake, what in the hell is this stuff doing on prime time broadcast TV?
Somehow my train jumped the track here, so back to the original idea of the post. Within a year after the style had evolved, no woman was caught dead wearing hip hugger jeans, but what do you know, they are back! The very thing might happen with cats eye glasses, or greaser hair dos (dear Bob I hope not), so to look back and groan at having done it is rather silly if you ask me. At one time, to wear a crewcut was to be a pariah, and having long hair was a badge of cool for guys, but look at them now, you'd think the awful fifties was back amongst us, absent Ozzy and Harriet. So, admit it, you might not even think the fashion you are presently wearing, looked at in the cold light of reason, is anything but silly, if not downright UG-LY, but since everybody else is a slave to it, I suppose there's no shame in numbers, so you're safe. But lets not be hypocritical about it 15, 20 years from now, daring to suggest everybody was sooooo lame at the time for doing it. You did it, you live with it. Me, personally? I will ALWAYS think that hip huggers on those built to wear them are cool, then, now, and when they come back round again.