The quirky thing is how we must have loved our ankles, because we celebrated them for just a short period of a decade. Perhaps it was Molly Ringwald's influence or the Brat Pack, but scrolling up our pant legs made us wicked awesome.
How fun would it be to bring this style back to the world? Balloon pants with boat shoes and Ricky Shroeder haircuts? Argyle socks and penny loafers? Turtlenecks with polos and big hair?
Okay, bad idea. It looks like a rejection from a Dutch clogging dance competition, but at the time, we Gernation X'ers were totally awesome.
What killed it? Grunge. Flannel had to become the rage.
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