Call it the Man Repeller movement. Our favourite verb has become a religiously fashionable cult, capturing a generation of trendy girls to take under its less than sexy wing and nurse to sartorial freedom. The philosophy is simple: dress for yourself, and don’t give a damn about what your boyfriend thinks of those complicated Alaia replicas. In the spirit of Leandra Medine and all things “disheveled chic,” we investigate a few of the true and tired fads boys have strong feelings against. (But we forgive them because our feelings toward turbans and tunics and tangerine (oh my!) are far beyond our feelings for them).
“Borrowed from the Boys” Anything
Why we like them: Boyfriend-fit apparel is sexy and I’m pretty sure Drake, who once rapped about how he prefers his easy lays bumming around in no makeup and his clothes (yes or no Drake fans?) would agree. So why is it okay for me to wear your oversized band tee while you make cereal in the morning but not okay for me to buy my own ten-times-too-large jeans and label them as yours?
Not to be confused with: The opposite sex. I suppose if men wanted to date men, they would.
Note to my boyfriend: Remember that oversized shirt I’m drowning in will always be sexier than the Pad Thai baby I’m suddenly mothering on the way out of our favourite Asian restaurant.
Why we like them: They’ve got the ease and breathability of a dress without actually being a dress. So they win for innovative design. Plus, they give me a reason to embrace pajama dressing in a chic and appropriate manner, devoid of allowing myself fall subject to the inevitable: giving my kitten-clad jammies a whirl in public, all in the name of testing the innerwear as outerwear trend.
Not to be confused with: Gaucho pants. Or my actual pajama pants.
Note to my boyfriend: Just pretend I’m Mila Kunis from That ‘70s Show, and you’ll learn to appreciate them.
Why we like them: Blame it on Balmain for making aggressive shoulder implants a thing. I totally dig the linebacker look because they help me appear like a tough chick you shouldn’t mess with. I thought guys enjoyed football?
Not to be confused with: The ‘80s. At least I’m not pairing my pads with a perm.
Note to my boyfriend: Shoulder pads or not, you still probably shouldn’t mess with a chick who’d wear them.
Drop Crotch Skinny Jeans
Why we like them: A drop crotch in general puts me on par with the cool girls (for the record, I actually quite enjoy MC Hammer jokes). In an age where skinny jeans rein the masses, it’s a relief that a tapered cigarette leg can now be contrasted with a comfy crotch that won’t unapologetically dig into my nether regions to generate an unforgiving camel toe.
Not to be confused with: The type of pants you wear parachuting out of airplanes. Or adult diapers.
Note to my boyfriend: This is kind of like that phase you went through where you wore your pants around your ankles. Don’t be a hypocrite.
Why we like them: The onesie jumpsuit will face fierce competition in the near future against its denim counterpart, which has me meditating on the fact that I’ve actually come to regret ever tossing my overalls from grade school.
Pile on more than a few gems and wear with a heavy reliance on layering to take the outfit from dowdy to dressy in a flash.
Not to be confused with: The kind meant for working on the railroad. We’re going for Ralph Lauren poster child here.
Note to my boyfriend: I’m not going to bother trying to convince you to be okay with this one.
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