Touch in the Lights

I have often commented on the deplorable fashion sense the boys of my only daughter appear to have, whose usual uniform of extra large shirts over jeans so big that they might fit an aging sumo wrestler, plus the occasional wallet chain or accessories with big pendants that I have learned are also called bling; constantly imploring them to wear more appropriate clothing have gone unheeded, although the two rogues try to distract their helpless grandmother by laying on their charm, and I let them have their way unfortunately.   I guess it is a common lament for mothers across the globe to wonder at the inclination of young people to choose absurd outfits that would have looked like crazy costumes had they been worn in public during our time, but that seems to be the case whatever generation is emergent; I remember my own mother complaining about the fashion of the day when my own son, and even his own father, was intent on wearing the bell bottoms that were so in rage back in the day. Although there are some youngsters who are sensible enough to stick to classic cuts and designs for their outfits, for every one of them there could be ten more who would succumb to the pressure of wearing what is considered hot for the moment; it is a small consolation to know that most trends do not really last. It only takes a small group of people to decide that something is in fashion, and with the speed at which information can be passed through different channels these days, many citizens around the world can immediately pick up the idea and turn it into something big.