There are so many choices one has when one wants to dress like a douchebag. This is what I like to call, "The Devil goes to Vegas." Can you guess who is sporting the look?
Want to look like you've totally given up on life, or, at least, are
too damn lazy to hold an umbrella? Then the amazing
Umbrella Hat is just what the doctor ordered. Like a medical torture instrument combined with a clown's umbrella, this fits snugly to your noggin for hands-free convenience!
I think I've been blinded. By Swarovski crystals. And an unnaturally dense mass of ruffles.
I'm not sure whether this is a Halloween costume or whether they're in some kind of perverse musical. This is wrong on so many levels.
I'm not sure what the worst part is: The fact that the costumes are all furry, the "realistic" body hair, or the fact that the daughter's grabbing .
I love how he appears to be monitoring the situation like a scientist. Bonus points for mysterious stains on the shirt's sad message. Sigh.
You'd think that the indigestion and stomach upset that accompanies eating Spam canned luncheon meat would be an adequate souvenir of your Spam experience. But the folks at Hormel thought that their customers would like a more constant reminder by enticing them to wear Spam sweatshirts and accessories and using Spam kitchen gadgets from the Spam catalog. I'm guessing from the fried, poofy perms and mom jeans that this is late '80s, early '90s.
This is one of her toned down looks.
We know that women's clothes and shoes say a lot about their place in society. Stilettos, although they can signify power by looking so tough, can also hobble all but the most stalwart Carrie Bradshaws of the world. (And how powerful can you look with wobbly ankles or falling on your face?) But some seriously bizarro shoe trends threaten to send us to the emergency room, or in some cases, the psych ward.
You know who the usual suspects are in the parade of the badly dressed. But with only their clothes to give them away, can you guess who is
dressed to ill?
If there were ever a decade for ultimate
douchebag fashion, it would have to be the '70s in all its coiffed, mustachioed, crotch-hugging polyester glory. Presenting the best of the worst in shagadelic trends . .
