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When I was a kid, my mother despaired that I would never want to wear anything but jeans. Jeans were the uniform, whether they were faded, painstakingly ripped, distressed, or striped, they were what you wore. Period.

The fashion statement that today's youth seem to be shouting from the mountaintops is "I just came from the gym."

See, if I were speaking on the parlance of my generation, I'd have said "gym class," but this is not the kind of stuff we wore in gym class. And never mind that most of the kids in question have never seen the inside of the free weight room, or stepped onto an elliptical trainer. They�re hangin' out, chillin', cruisin'-- whatever the preferred slacking activity�in fancy high-tech sweatpants and $150 running shoes.

Or sometimes plaid flannel nightwear. But I think the pajama party look is on the way out.

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