BELL-BOTTOM BLUES, YOU MAKE ME CRY: Oh, George Will. You make me titter a pitying laugh. It isn't just that you believe that adults should not, must not, wear jeans, or that you yourself have only ever worn a pair once (to a dungaree-themed party), or that you believe that the sight of a family all wearing jeans is "a sad tableau," or that it is appropriate to infer immaturity from the wearing of jeans, or that all adults should dress like Fred Astaire (but not Ginger Rogers, she of the short shorts, fur bras, and micro-minis) or Grace Kelly.
It's that you don't even understand the wearing of jeans. People who wear jeans do so to avoid "lookism [defined as] believing that appearance matters" and don't think there is such thing as "good and bad taste"? Citation, please. Perhaps Will may be forgiven for not knowing that Glamour and its cousins fell trees annually in a hunt for jeans that make women of all shapes look good (not merely like "society's most slovenly") or that there are entire stores dedicated to identifying and selling the precise pair that will best lift, shape, and flatter one's caboose for the cost of a used car. But does he really not understand that people who believe in "good and bad taste" can nonetheless differentiate between this and this? Or this and, well, anything else? How sad it would be to live in a world where one looks at Alessandra Ambrosio or Tyson Beckford and thinks, "ugh, how slovenly."
Or maybe I'm being punked, though Astaire would have called it "made the subject of a light-hearted jest."
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