The Fugtrix

I know fashion is cyclical, but this is wigging me out:

Dresses over pants were one of the first asinine scourges to run afoul of our poison pens, back when we started this blog in 2004 (coincidentally, the last time I remember seeing Carrie-Anne Moss in anything). Back then we thought that a wrinkled frock that could stand alone, worn over trousers with no purpose but to hide an unshaven leg or a gigantic Models, Inc., tattoo, was as dumb as it might get. It is a great amusement indeed that we went from, “Pants are not tights,” to, “Tights are not pants.” My fear here, then, is that I have either a) hit my head and woken up back then, or b) that everything that’s come before is repeating on a tight loop; either way, it means I might have to brace myself AGAIN for ANOTHER resurgence of high-waisted jeans and leggings, and then I might wrinkle my forehead into such rocky oblivion that you could use it to sand a cabinet.