I remember when I was about 9 years old, the Flapper Era was in full swing. An older cousin of mine was one of the flappers. The trend was considered very wicked, generally. The girls wore bobbed hair and bobbed skirts, plucked their eyebrows, wore raging red lipstick and they smoked and drank. They were “fast,” our mothers sputtered.
At present we have other modes. One is the mode of “bling.” “Bling” is the sparkling embellishment of whatever anyone can think of. The dazzle appears particularly on gigantic purses and on all sizes, down to the “clutch” dimension. The sparkle appears on belts, buckles, shoes, sandals, on blouses, dresses and on jeans. Not to be out-dazzled, there are nail polishes of stripes, dots and zig zags, of many color combinations.
Another of the superlatives we see are tattoos of every motif and design, modest sketches, some scattered, some on the most unexpected places and perhaps complete coverage, for all we know.
The hairstyles are another thing and I believe always have been. On any thoroughfare, in any town or city the selections are varied, startling, occult, appealing, flattering, absurd and some downright terrifying. There are spikes pointed straight up or in every direction, there are long bangs that partially obstruct the vision, there are scimpy tendrils dangling on either side of the head, for whatever purpose. There are silver-haired pageboys of incredible length (these tresses on women older than one would expect to believe, enticing). There are long braids trailing out back, now and then flipped over a shoulder at will. And there are boy cuts so extreme it is hard to determine what the gender is, of the person who is wearing it.
In the earlier years the trends may have been rebellion against piety.
Today the mode seems to be “Look!” “Look!” and “See”!” “Me!” “Me!” “Me!”