Walking through Hechts with my wife the other day, I found further evidence to reinforce my theory that women’s fashion reached its zenith in the late fifties (about the time Loretta Young was doing her TV show), and has been on a decline ever since – recently at a more accelerated rate. It was nasty enough that the fashionistas combined shoulder-pads and push-up sleeves in the eighties, and brought back low-ride jeans (for all waist sizes) in the nineties (so the American female could achieve that “old guy plumber” look), but now they’ve brought back coulots (or gauchos or whatever those hideous things are called). Even as a hick kid in West Virginia, wearing my patched bell-bottoms, and my bicentennial tee-shirt I knew that gauchos (or coulots or whatever those hideous things are called) was about as flattering on 99% of females as Speedo swimwear is on 99% of males. Why dredge up the worst fashion ideas from 30 years ago, can’t the trend setters come up with their own wretched ideas?