Well, I don't expect to be nominated for the Supreme Court anytime soon, and sanitizing history is rude. So, given that I yam what I yam--and I was in fact standing there wearing those clothes--I might as well cop to it.
In truth, the really scary thing is that nobody else seemed to consider the outfit especially outrageous. Even Carol, God love 'er.
Of course, the real crime of those clothes is that they were a cruel joke on younger relatives. My older brother had some a lot like them, and they were in style for *him* in the late 60s/early 70s. But, by the time they got handed down to *me* in the late 70s, I was stuck with stuff that people were now willing to admit was ludicrous.
If there's as much polyester in those pants as I think there is, the pants are still wearable. Actually, given the price of oil, they might be worth something! :-)
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In truth, the really scary thing is that nobody else seemed to consider the outfit especially outrageous. Even Carol, God love 'er.
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