Last year they said, "I'd wear that...if I had a job."
And this year people are saying "And the point of this display is, again?"
As waistlines grow and wallets shrink, the clothing dollar is quick to suffer. Apparel stores from discounters to luxury brands had their worst holiday season in four decades this year and some are closing their doors.
How many women even own pantyhose or a slip? (Undergarments that preceded thongs, for those born after 1992.)
Who is willing to mince in the baby steps required to wear a pencil skirt and get in and out of the car like Princess Di?
Once upon a time, people dressed up to fly. Now the flight attendants themselves don't dress up, leaning toward the black tights, sensible shoes and hair-pulled-back-in-a-barrette once known as the Bohemian look. (You want Hanes, they'd probably say? Pay us more!)
But the main reason for the fashion industry's malaise, of course, is the Gross National Product known as our growing obesity.
The average American woman weighs 163 today--sixteen pounds more than in 1995. Too bad she's not growing an inch a year in height.
No wonder designers are "cutting" their textiles with five percent Lycra and Spandex today; stretchy clothes fit by definition. (Our ancestors called the elastic waistband the "Devil's Playground" for this reason.)
No wonder they're pushing torso-forgiving styles like low-risers, baby doll tops, tunics and baggy hip-hop pants with no waists to not fit.
And there's another trick. The don't ask-don't tell/your-little-secret-is-safe-with-us system known as Size Inflation.
120 pound women who once wore size 8's are now size zero no thanks to anything they did. ("I like this diet.")
Of course some say we aren't heavier today at all; that our standards have simply become stricter--even anorexic. They point to Marilyn Monroe who allegedly wore a size 14.
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