It's Funny Cause It's True

Last week GQ announced that of 38 ranked US cities, Boston came out on top as the Worst-Dressed Place in America.  Which of course got a lot of cranky Bostonians mad.  My favorite part about the article is calling out the women of the area, reminding them that leggings aren't pants.  I think I've heard that before.  Is someone at GQ reading my blog?  Probably not.  It's just the prominence of leggings that's the problem.

Full story here, but this is the bit about Boston, from MSN Lifestyle/GQ, complete with photo of Boston frat boys who won't know why them being exciting about being #1 is funny:

1. Boston

Boston is like America's Bad-Taste Storm Sewer: all the worst fashion ideas from across the country flow there, stagnate, and putrefy. To be fair, it's hard to be a fashion capital when half of your population is made up of undergraduate hoodie monsters, including those unfortunate coeds who don't realize that leggings-as-pants were supposed to be paired with tops large enough to conceal their cameltoes. Yet when they graduate, they can wear their Uggs and still fit in at the country's largest frat party on Lansdowne behind Fenway, where they can take breaks between body shots to admire just how long boot-cut jeans can stay in style in one place. And any classy lady from Beantown is bound to be impressed by formal sportswear. "But Boston is the epicenter of prep style!," you say? That's true, but it's with a little extra that ends up ruining everything: Khakis!—with pleats. Boat shoes!—with socks. Knit ties!—actually, no one in Boston seems to have ever seen one of these. For the more proletarian-minded, there are the modest little burgs of Cambridge and Somerville, where everyone dresses like the proprietor of his or her very own meth lab. If you wonder how a people can live like this, well, it's Jurassic Park for fashion troglodytes: life finds a way.—John B. Thompson