Maybe this is everyone's experience as they get older, falling out of fashion and balking at the latest trends.
BUT. I really think there's something uniquely terrible about this moment in (clothing) history.
I can appreciate elements of fashion from pretty much every era...from jazz age glam to swinging cocktail dresses and just about everything from the set of Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, to the pencil skirts and cat-eye makeup of the 60s, to 80s punk and 90s heroin chic, to the dELiA's catalogues of my coming-of-age and the midriffs of the 2000s.
But these days I dread shopping. Why are shirts cut like pillowcases and dresses cut like potato sacks? What's the point of a sweater knit so loosely the wind blows right through, or a neck cut so wide the sleeves fall down your shoulders? Speaking of, why are the shoulders/armpits in a women's "small" cardigan roomy enough for the Rock?
It all seems so frumpy, and not even functional. Aren't clothes meant to accentuate the body, rather than hide it? How are you other non-Gen Z women adapting to current fashion?
P.S. I will admit that having higher rise jeans is nice. It took me a while to get on board, but now I can see how the low rise skinny jean gave us all chicken legs ;)
Man, taste really is subjective because I have no idea how you can trash today's fashion while being totally ok with the cultural blunder that is early 2000s fashion.
I was looking at red carpet photos from some awards show in 2002, and everyone looked like they dressed themselves by stumbling blindly through the discount rack at Gap Kids. Probably the worst era in fashion history imo.
I just want to say how much I loved this description and actually chortled. TBF, a google search of "early 2000s fashion" does indeed reveal no end of horrors... But it feels like this was somehow just a celebrity thing? Because we didn't dress like crazy people at the time. I still think there was something iconic about Keira Knightley's abs, but we weren't stepping out of the house like that ;)
Hahaha it was totally the era of the tummy back then and Keira Knightley was its patron saint.