I'm really glad the weather's getting better and the sun is shining and all that. But not so psyched about some of the unfortunate sartorial sights: stocky, hirsute jocks in baggy khaki cargo shorts and flip-flops, gaggles of girls sporting identical tunic-and-leggings ensembles or shorty-shorty-short-shorts. And smock tops galore--it has never been so challenging to play the "Fat or Pregnant?" game.
But perhaps the worst offense has to be the resurgence of the Ray-Ban Wayfarer. They are ev-ery-where. Naturally all the self-appointed Hollywood Hipsters kicked it off, no doubt thinking they're all super-cool and cutting edge.
I'm sorry, when I see the Ray-Ban Wayfarer, everyone just looks like this.
