What is Gen-Z’s Worst Fashion Disaster Yet?
They will regret this mistake

Once Co-vid hit and things shut down In March of 2020, I got married a second time. I opened my drawer and asked sweat pants to marry me. About three pairs of them said, “yes”.
I would be sitting in a chair from the comfort of my own house for the unforeseen future. I was able to divorce jeans and Khaki pants and anything resembling style or a hint of discomfort. It’s been a love affair ever since. I am just as in love with them today as I was two years ago. These are keepers.
However, something is threatening our relationship now. I had no idea that this was coming — I was completely blind-sided.
Tapered pants. I say those two words and chills run down my spine.
Actually, they run down my ankles. Those are what get squeezed by this new nuisance of a style. You ever put them on before? Everything about them is normal until you get to about three-quarters of the way down to your ankle and then they just stop and gather right there.
It’s like this little muffin top on your foot instead of over your waist.
It looks ridiculous. Some skinny European teenagers probably took a trip to California a couple of years ago and brought them over here. They look hideous and very unmanly.
Do you know what the worst thing is about new styles? They just come in, all of the sudden. Like an owl that swoops down and picks up a squirrel.
They take the place of your favorite style and nobody even asks if it’s ok. They don’t ask any overweight middle-aged people about this. Just the cool and really attractive people who eat Kale and Avocados and ride Peletons.
Nobody even said, “Hey, I’ll make you a deal — we’re coming in fast but we’re going to give you some time to get acclimated. Buy up all the long and flowing sweat pants that you can. Tell all your people that you’re going to be phased out eventually but we’ll give you a nice severance package.”
It’s a zero-sum game this style thing. All or nothing.
I say we settle on a happy medium. What I am looking for is an in-between compromise between bell-bottoms and these ankle-grabbers. Trust me, this tapered thing is going to go out of style anyway. It can’t last.
Just wait until these Gen Z-ers get older and realize how terrible this is. You can tell they aren’t adults. You can tell they’ve never had to work from home. You can tell they are unfamiliar with the grind.
When they put on pants it doesn’t bother them that the texture is different at the bottom. They don’t know the glorious feeling of not having any pant cuffs. I want my pant legs to hang about halfway down over my shoe. Without restrictions.

This recently hit home in a major way. A few years ago for Christmas, I received a great pair of North Face pants. They were outdoor pants — cargo pockets, the whole nine yards. I have worn those pants for about 10 years now. My wife calls them “dad pants”. I told her that an easy way to solve this would be to just buy me more.
Christmas comes this year and she gets me a nice pair of North Face pants. Soft, comfortable, but…TAPERED. I thought I could tough it out. I tried to convince myself that I liked them but we just weren’t a natural fit together. I told my wife to send them back, I couldn’t stomach it.
For now, I still have my three go-to pairs of sweat pants and a couple of pairs of weekend “dad pants.”
I am committed to them and they are committed to me. I will love and cherish them back because they are always there for me. When you find the right ones, you just know. They will never go out of style.
(Update to this story: I took a trip to Cincinnati to go to an NFL playoff game and wore the pants. Although not totally converted over, the pants are too comfortable to take back. Love them).






