My daughter will eventually be able to make fun of the way I looked in college, but at least she won't find any pictures of me dressed like this (although Ellen may be a different story... I seem to recall seeing white belts and leg warmers buried in her closet in New York).

Ah hell, who am I kidding. By the time she's a teenager they'll be wearing this stuff again. When I saw my teenage sister-in-law Nina wandering around in bell bottoms (YES, BELL BOTTOMS. FLARES ARE WHAT YOU KEEP IN A BOAT) I decided anything was possible.