Fashion
is such an obvious geek flashpoint, and through the years I’ve
gotten a lot of submissions in which fashion—hip, non-hip,
or non-existent—is the underlying theme. Here’s a small
sampling, minimally edited, with more to come…
After
months of admiring the shiny, zippered clothing on the racks at
Chess King, by far the coolest store in the mall, I finally purchased
my very own pair of parachute pants. They spoke to me. They brought
out the breakdancer within. I had arrived!
The
first day I wore my parachute pants to school was perhaps the proudest
of my life. I can't say that I remember receiving any compliments
on them, but I felt like the best-dressed kid in all of Vermont.
I had never looked that good.
The
next morning, I was still in love with the pants, and decided to
wear them to school again. It was a tragic mistake. Blinded by my
love for my parachute pants, I violated a major section of middle-school
code: Never, Ever Wear the Same Article of Clothing Two Days in
a Row.
And
so...when my science class was about to start and all the students
were settling in at their desks, I heard "Hey, Jon!" It
was one of the popular girls. Everyone turned to look.
"Didn't
you wear those pants yesterday?"
-the (mortifying, red-faced) end-
—Jonathan F.
For
Christmas in seventh grade I got a new Members Only jacket from
my parents. It was bright white and I thought it was the coolest
thing ever. I wore it the first day after we got back from Christmas
break. At lunch that day, I was making fun of this really pretty
cheerleader who had the assigned seat across from me. She picked
up a cup of ketchup from her tray and threw it across the table
at me. It splattered all over my new white jacket and everybody
laughed. Her parents paid for it to be dry-cleaned, but you could
still see the stain. I tried to wear it a few times after that,
but people made fun of me so I hid it in my room and told my parents
I lost it.
—John
This
story comes from my 8th grade year in high school and all the 
anxiety
of trying to find a group of people that I fit in with. My family
was not well off at all and we often wore hand me downs or clothes
from the cheapest stores around. In a time of acid washed jeans
there was nothing more obvious than wearing the darkest pair of
jeans that K-Mart made. Late fall rolled around and I did some work
for my grandfather around the yard and made some pocket money so
that I could buy a few of my own clothes, determined not to continue
to look geeky in my "Salvation Army clothes.” I went
out and bought an expensive shirt and proudly wore it to school
on Monday morning. It was a cold morning but I didn't wear a coat
so I could show off the shirt as much as possible. Venturing over
to the smoking section where all the cool kids hung out, I leaned
up against the wall and tried to look as nonchalant as I could.
Things went ok until the group started to head back to the main
building as the first bell rang. Crossing back to the building and
walking under a tree, a bird on a lower branch decided to relieve
himself...and of course it landed on the shoulder and arm of my
brand new shirt! I was mortified as the entire group heard me yell
out and stopped to point and laugh. I made my way to a bathroom
in one of the lower halls and did my best to clean up. I arrived
late to class, with my shirt wet, and everyone already calling my
brand new shirt the sh*t shirt. I only made it through one class
before skipping and walking home because I was just too embarrassed
to go on. I never wore the shirt again.
—Jonathan G.
It
was the fifth grade and I was the only new kid in the entire grade
of 60 kids. The hottest, most popular girl had an assigned seat
right in front of me. She turned to say something to me just as
I was reaching behind my head to get rid of something that was poking
me in the neck. She opened her mouth to talk just as I pulled the
cardboard collar support that came with my brand new shirt out from
under my collar and, changing what she was about to say, mouthed
"LOSER" as I pulled the 8 inch strip of cardboard under
my desk in embarassment.
—M.K. (guy)
One
day in 7th grade a friend and I were late for class so we were running
down the hall. She had just told a joke so I was laughing with my
head thrown back and my braces-covered teeth bared. As we rounded
a corner I bumped into the chest of a 9th grade, very cute football
player—my head just came up to the middle of his big, brawny
chest. I felt my braces get caught in his red fuzzy sweater. I pulled
myself away quickly once I realized I had hooked myself onto his
sweater. I tried to play it off and looked up at him to smile. But
there in my teeth was a red piece of yarn from his now ruined sweater.
He looked horrified and then I ran away.
—barbara
When
I was about 13 some of the cool kids started wearing blazer type
Jackets.
I had a Jacket that was "kind of" similar and wore it
among my lame friends one day. They said I looked stupid but I was
sure I had it right and told them they didn't know what they were
talking about.
We went to the cinema and saw from a distance some of the cool kids.
They instantly spotted me and started to point and laugh at which
point I leaped to the floor behind a trashcan and crawled off out
of sight.
—Simon (U.K.)
Empire
Strikes Back came out when I was eight and, like most kids my age,
I was a full-fledged Star Wars fanatic. I made my parents buy me
anything that had anything to do with the films: action figures,
playsets, trading cards, books, you name it.
I was back to school shopping with my mom (at Weiners, if memory
serves), and I came across a pair of UndeRoos I had to have. The
set had dark blue underwear with a black waistband and a dark blue
shirt with an iron-on of Darth Vader. When I got home I couldn't
wait to put them on and spent the rest of the day in UndeRoos reading
the comic book adaptation of Empire.
A week or so later, my pride and enthusiasm for the UndeRoos had
not waned a bit. I decided to wear them on the first day of school,
simply pulling a pair of jeans over what was sure to be the crown
jewel of my back to school wardrobe. Of course, every one would
envy me my Darth Vader shirt, not knowing about the matching underwear.
I got to the bus stop, and some kid I didn't even know said, "Nice
UndeRoos!" All the other kids laughed at me. I was so humiliated
I never wore them again.
—Chris G.
In
the 7th grade I was 6 feet tall and built like a stickman. My parents
didn't allow me to wear jeans because that led to drugs, sex and
rock and roll. But late in the year they finally relented and let
me get one pair of Levis big bell jeans. The coolest girl in school,
Carol E., sat by me in science class everyday. I thought she liked
me and I had a terrible crush going, but later I realized she mainly
liked copying my homework. Anyway, the first day I wore THE JEANS
she told me how cool I looked! I could not go back to my old slacks
then! I wore those jeans for five days straight without washing
them. By the fifth day things had gotten pretty rank and when I
sat down in science class Carol's friend said, "Ewww! What's
that smell!" and they got up and moved across the room next
to another smart kid, never to return.
—Bruce
When
I was 11, I couldn't wait to get back to school after the winter
break, because I had gotten my first designer outfit for Christmas.
I just knew that my new clothes would rocket me from oblivion to
the ranks of the super cool. The first day back, as I walked down
the hall, waiting for my moment, people started laughing and pointing.
In my haste to get to school, I hadn't noticed that the pattern
of my new Christmas underwear (printed with red bows and green holly)
bled through the white knit stirrup pants as if I weren't wearing
pants at all!
I
still have flashbacks.
—Cindy
I
had no idea I was such a geek 
until
I told this story to one of my co-workers (don't remember how it
came up either). They suggested I write in...
My
family didn't have a lot of money and as a result my Mom would look
for bargains anywhere. Turns out one year she found RED polo shirts
at a real bargain price. So she bought me THREE of them!!! I would
try not to wear them all the time, but I didn't have a lot of clothes
so I had no choice.
The embarrassment came when, in art class, I was sitting next to
this really cute guy one day in art class. He looked at me kind
of funny and then said, "Hey - didn't you like, wear that yesterday???"
I denied it (as I turned beet red) until I was reminded by several
other kids in the class that, yes I had in fact worn a red polo
shirt the day before. Everyone laughed.
I
tried to explain that I had 3 of them, but no one believed me at
that point.
—Patricia
When
I was a 9th grade freshman in high school around 1984, my father
brought home a surprise that he said all of the "cool kids"
were wearing. Of course, how my 55 year old father knew what "cool
kids" were wearing I'll never know. Anyway, he opens a bag
and pulls out a red leather jacket with mesh on the shoulders and
zippers all over it just like the one Michael Jackson wore in his
"Beat It" video which was out at the time. I was a pimply-faced,
14 year old white kid who went to a private catholic school, so
I had no intention of ever wearing the jacket, but not wanting to
hurt his feelings, I thanked my dad and put the jacket in my closet.
The next morning, my mother didn't feel well and asked my father
to drive me to school. When I met him at his car, he asked where
the jacket was and made me go put it on. We got to school and I
tried to run to my locker so I could hide the jacket, but before
I got there, the guys in the senior class saw me. They grabbed me
a pulled me into the library where they made me stand against a
wall. One of them pulled out a stop watch and they divided into
relay teams to see who could run up to me and unzip and rezip all
of the zippers on my Michael Jackson jacket the fastest. I thought
I was saved when the football coach walked into the library, but
he just laughed and wanted to know who had his stopwatch.
It was truly my most humiliating moment and one that haunts me until
this day. Whenever Michael Jackson's "Beat It" video comes
on VH-1, I turn off the TV and curl up into a fetal position.
At least I didn't hurt my dad's feelings…
—D.A.
When
I was in the eighth grade (1966), my family couldn't afford new
suits for both me and my older brother, so I was forced to wear
his collarless "Beatles" suit jacket, which was woefully
out of fashion by the time I got it as a hand-me-down.
I complained that I would look like a geek, but my mother assured
me I looked fine.
The day before the eighth grade dance, I had to wear this suit jacket
to school for another function and I was already embarrassed.
The girl I had asked to the dance (the one it took me so much courage
to approach), took one look at my jacket and said, "Is THAT
what you're wearing to the dance?"
I was humiliated. I still had to wear it the next night for the
dance.
—Alex V.
