The Day Boxer Shorts Undid My Entire Fashion Philosophy

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I’ve always thought of myself as pretty flexible when it comes to the constantly changing trends in fashion. I’ve experienced low-rise jeans, high-rise jeans, skinny jeans, flared jeans, and even acid-wash jeans – just saying that makes me shudder, by the way. I’ve seen shoulder pads come and go, only to return with such force that it made me question reality itself. I’ve watched Ugg boots rise and fall, leaving me on my  (thanks to slippery ice) backside, the strange staying power of Crocs – and the short-lived fame of the trucker hat, which peaked during Ashton Kutcher’s early 2000s heyday, a simpler time when flip phones were the norm and Instagram was just a glimmer in a developer’s imagination. I honestly believed I had witnessed everything fashion could possibly offer. My fashion sense, though it sometimes felt like it was spinning out of control, always managed to find its way back on track. Then came that day.  I was leaving the mall,  when two teenagers walked in. And wow, what a sight they were. They were dressed in boxer shorts and crop tops. Not just any boxer shorts, mind you. These looked like they were made for sleeping. There they were, in broad daylight, in a public mall, looking like they had simply forgotten to wear their pants.

Ashton Kutche

 

From Bedside to Boulevard: The Boxer Short Breakthrough?

I returned home from the mall still a bit confused, by the unexpected underwear show. My thoughts were all over the place. Were these teenagers making a daring fashion statement, or had they just rolled out of bed, grabbed a crop top in a sleepy haze, and completely forgotten to put on real pants? It wasn’t about comfort; there are plenty of stylish shorts that provide great comfort without making you look like you’ve just raided your dad’s sleepwear. So what was this about? Testing the limits of what is deemed ‘publicly acceptable’? Or maybe, and this is my biggest, most existential fashion worry, a collective shrug that says, ‘We’ve run out of clothes, so let’s just wear our actual underwear outside’?

Still trying to figure out this fashion puzzle, I did what any self-respecting blogger (or, let’s be real, anyone with a smartphone and too much free time) would do: I began scrolling through my usual fashion week street style feed — you know, for ‘research,’ because my questionable sanity definitely needed some validation. And there it was. Not once, not twice, but everywhere. Boxer shorts. But not just any boxer shorts. Oh no, these weren’t the boy short boxers I’d seen moments before. These were silk, satin, and crisp cotton with delicate pinstripes that whispered ‘luxury’ instead of ‘sleep apnea.’ And they were paired not with a trop top, but with sharp blazers, tailored shirts, ridiculously high heels that could double as weapons, and handbags that cost more than my husband’s Ford F150. My jaw dropped faster than someone scoring free tickets to a Jelly Roll concert.  Apparently, the teens I had seen previous were just super trendy, practically visionaries of the fashion future. Me? I am living under a rock, or maybe, beneath a very unfashionable pile of sweat shorts and baggy tees, blissfully unaware of the undergarment revolution.

The Breakdown of Tradition: What’s Next for Us?

Boxer Shorts

But these boxer shorts, my dear reader, these… underwear… worn as outerwear, have completely thrown my fashion beliefs into chaos. It wasn’t merely their appearance, but the boldness that was truly shocking. We’ve seen bike shorts become fashionable, and even pajama sets turned into trendy streetwear . But boxer shorts? This seems like a step too far, a boundary not just crossed, but smashed with a wrecking ball.

Where does it stop? Are we to believe that next summer, we’ll all be wandering through the mall in our actual underwear and bralettes, maybe paired with a cheeky grin and a total disregard for social conventions? Will the next logical move be Lingerie as business casual. I mean, I value comfort, but there’s a clear distinction between comfy fashion and just… not caring.

Perhaps I’m just clinging to the past, convinced that some clothes are meant for certain occasions. Or maybe, just maybe, this is the normal progression of a fashion world that has exhausted its creative ideas. I feel completely unready for what lies ahead. I have to say this: there is no way my teenage daughter is leaving this house in boxers.

 

By Rose DesRochers

When it comes to the world of blogging and writing, Rose DesRochers is a name that stands out. Her passion for creating quality content and connecting with her audience has made her a trusted voice in the industry. Aside from her skills as a writer and blogger, Rose is also known for her compassionate nature.

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