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The Hindsight Notes: Sneaking Out

8 Apr

The Hindsight Notes is a recurring section created for all you readers wanting to participate in THL, but lacking time to write a full letter. Each Note is composed of a question. All you need to do is answer it, in the form of a comment (below).

This week’s topic is: Sneaking Out.

It’s kind of synonymous with adolescence. The visual of the teenager opening her bedroom window and shimmying down the latticework into her boyfriend’s car.

Did you ever sneak out? Where did you go? Did you get caught? This week, we want to hear all about it.

As always, I’ll start us out:


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Hindsight Fashion: Phat Pants

24 Nov

Throughout the decades, teenagers have attempted to prove their coolness by wearing questionable accessories, hairstyles and items of clothing. Hindsight Fashion is a section about those trends that, in Hindsight, we probably wish we hadn’t worn.

My teenaged bestie (left) and I (right) sporting our Phat Pants

This week’s Hindsight Fashion is Phat Pants.

Phat Pants (any pant with a very, very, extremely, ridiculously, over-the-top enormous leg width) were a trend that surfaced during the late 1990’s. Originally embraced by the Rave Scene, Phat Pants later became common fare in the Skate Punk Scene as well.

The appeal of Phat Pants was part of an interesting dichotomy. Wearers favoured the style due to its unique nature; Phat Pants did not resemble anything that one could purchase at the local shopping mall. However, wearing Phat Pants automatically identified the wearer as belonging to a subculture, a group of people who all looked remarkably the same. Simultaneously, Phat Pants set the wearer apart and blended them back in again.

The beauty of Phat Pants was their versatility. They could be made out of just about any fabric; the more unexpected, the better. I personally can say that I owned pairs of Phat Pants made out of Fun Fur, Rainbow Bedsheets, and Nylon (with complimentary Reflective Tape).

Though stylish, Phat Pants were extremely impractical. Being a Chilly Canadian Girl, I spent most of my teenaged winters trudging to and from the bus in deep, fluffy snow. Being as wide as they were, the bottom hems would drag on the ground, picking up chunks of snow as you walked. Cold air would travel underneath the pants and upward, encircling your legs in a thin layer of frost. And once you reached your destination and the snow melted, the wet, mucky mess would creep up the fabric, leaving you drenched from the knees down.

Somewhere around 17 I packed my Phat Pants away for good. I believe my Mother might still have a few pairs stashed away for posterity. Perhaps someday my own daughter will discover them and be astounded by the keen fashion sense of my youth. If not, I can always do the Phat Pant Shuffle for her, as a reminder that once upon a time, I too used to be cool.


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*GUEST SUBMISSION* Letter 9: What are you wearing??

26 Jul

Candace writes:

Dear me at 17:

What are you wearing?  Oversized anything is not what’s best for your frame.

The author (right) and I (ugh...left) in our phat pant heyday

‘Phat’ pants are not cool.  They were never cool.  They will never be cool.   They don’t make you look good.  In fact, they make you look exactly like your mother told you, a “garbage lady”.  Those extra-large hooded sweatshirts don’t hide your extremely thin frame, but only make you look even skinnier.  I’m going to go all the way here and say from the back (and side) you look like a boy.  A smelly, garbage boy.  Showers or not, your pants are smelly.

Remember those snowy winters wearing those 36″+ pants?  Do you remember the salt stains, the frozen denim to the knees, the smell?  Oh the smell… It was as though you trapped two poor rabbits in each pant leg during a winter’s walk and they perished a horrible, phat pant death.

Remember Halloween when that kid asked you who you were dressed as, and you weren’t in costume?  Your shaved head, suspenders and ripped chord pants were the giveaway.

Why would you want to look like a raver anyway?  Are you trying to look different from everyone else?  Well, you don’t.  There is a whole group of you that all look exactly the same.  Including the smelly garbage people who do drugs.  And no, it’s not cool to associate yourself with drug addict, delinquent teenagers.

By the way, pull up your pants… I can see your boxers.

Candace Forsyth is a 27-year-old artist from Toronto who is currently studying at Pratt Institute in New York City.