Bahamanian Bell Boy

"I'm not really sure why they decided to dress me up like a Bahamanian bellboy, but apparently this is my easter outfit, a great look for me." (via)

I am a fan of the concept here--instead of the belly shirt, the belly suit. Always cute with mint green and orthopedic socks.

And clearly, this family loved their suits--here's another.

"Me in Suit.

So with this outfit it is apparent that my parents thought I should be a CPA or some sort of banker. Wow that's a horrible haircut." (via)

Alex P. Keaton, with irregular bangs, and a god-awful fireplace, clearly the preferred backdrop for all special family photos. Was this one induction day for the Young Republican's Club?

Pastel Prostitutes

"This is why i blame my mother for all my problems.

Easter Sunday, 1973.

I still have arguments with her over the way she dressed us. seriously, look at these skirts. what the hell was she thinking?

To this day all i have to say to her, when discussing why I had no friends when I was younger is: YOU MADE ME WEAR A DRESS WITH A CLOCK ON IT!

Now I have to go find a picture of that dress. But for now, gaze on the ridiculousness of these easter outfits. Was she training us to be a weird posse of pastel hookers?" (via)

Pastel Hookers? All I can think of is my girl Donna.

Toot toot, ahhhh, beep beep. (insert whistle here.)

Toot toot, ahhhh, beep beep. (insert whistle again.)

Bad girls. Talking 'bout the sad girls, yeah.

See them out on Easter day,

Sportin' all kinds of fashion,

that they mama made.

You ask yourself-

Who they are??

Like anybody else, they wanna be a star.

And they never will be in these damn ugly outfits their Mom made for them because they are so hideous and awful and way too short and they make their legs look even skinnier and how is that possible? (Okay, off song there. Sorry.)

I desperately want to sing now, just to horrify you, but my husband doesn't think I should be singing Donna Summer. Hmmm.

I must also confess that my friends and I, despite being only 8 when this song came out, had whole dance routines made up to accompany it. And those said routines included our own rendition of a prostitution stance. Shaking our hips against a lamp post-scary.

None, however, equaled this rendition with Donna--and Twiggy! I know--Twiggy? You will soon see, however, the absolute power of the rockin' spandex jumpsuit.

That kid is smokin'

A question for readers--Does headgear count as a "my parents made me wear this?"

"I can't believe my parents made me wear that contraption." (via)

Okay, the reason I think this qualifies is that this poor child was forced to wear this headgear while posing with someone else! The humiliation! And, he was also forced to wear those glasses with his headgear. That is a therapy double-whammy right there.

Our next young man was perhaps in need of several kinds of intervention.

"It's not that I'm pretending to smoke that worries me. It's what my parents made me wear!!!" (via)

More things concern me here--although yes, he and I are in total agreement about the faux fair-isle cardigan sweater with printed t-shirt. That is not something I would pair with the Batman t-shirt he is wearing underneath.

More troublesome to me is the copious amounts of alcohol behind him, which is an interesting combination with the Santa Pez dispenser. Is there some kind of fancy bar drink I am not aware of? "I'll have a Vodka-Cranberry-and Pez."

I am also assuming that the small cans on the shelf are beer, in which case, why warm beer? Does that go better with a cigar? This boy had several reasons to drown his sorrows.

Finally, this boy's shirt combines many compelling elements--purple, the zippered neck, and the ribbed fabric. So delightful. Don't you think his loving parents thought he would look cheerful and carefree for his school photo?

No surprise that he says "My parents made me wear this." (via)

My only question is-was it short-sleeves? To me, this is a short-sleeve garment, perhaps worn with a pair of hip huggers.