Fashion show

Perhaps I'm getting old or it's that I just don't get today's youngsters, especially their fashion sense (or lack of it).
This morning when I went out to do some shopping there were quite a lot of young people about, more than usual and I was amazed by the clothes that they had thrown on before leaving home and not one of them had used an iron! Any Oxfam store could have provided them with much better outfits and they probably would have been pressed properly too. The clashing mixtures of style and colour beggared belief and it was not only the girls but the boys as well. If they were all students I would love to know what it is they are studying because it certainly isn't style or fashion.
One of the girls who was very overweight and had thighs like tree trunks, was wearing purple tights with brown Ug boots and frayed denim very short shorts which were topped by an extremely low cut pink top which ended and inch or so above the waist. This ensemble was topped off with an oversized baggy grey cardigan and a long green scarf. Her friend was as skinny as they come and dressed all in black with the tightest skinny jeans I've ever seen and little black ballet pumps (or dolly shoes). They resembled a Laurel and Hardy nightmare!
The boys didn't fare much better either. They all wear baseball caps backwards, presumably because they don't know which way is the front, hooded tops and the craze for buying baggy jeans that sit just around the top of the legs so that they display not one, but TWO pairs of underpants is a real mystery to me. So is the fact that these jeans defy the laws of gravity because when I walk behind them I am positive that they are just about to slide towards their ankles at any minute but I haven't seen it happen yet!
There isn't any business for hairdressers with this lot either as they all look as though the birds have started building nests on top of their heads despite some of them sporting really weird colours like shocking pink. I suppose the hairdressers get their money from all the ironmongery that bedecks their ears, nostrils, eyebrows and other parts that remain invisible to the naked eye (thank goodness - but just wait for summer!).
I'm glad that we were brought up to take a pride in the way we looked, even though I dress casually I like to make sure everything is properly pressed and I wouldn't dream of answering the door unless I had my make up on and had done my hair. But then, perhaps I'm just old fashioned.