flared jeans

But you can’t really blame me. I, a woman of the millennial generation, grew up in an era of flares. Some flares were wide. Others? Not so much. And over the course of time and space, as waistlines plummeted and I began wearing ballet flats with the ’06-era boyfriend cut, I began to hate them. Cool people, I decided, did not wear flares anyway. And so began my decade-and-longer relationship with skinny jeans and jeggings.