It seems, at times, that the best parts of our former decades are often forgotten, while mistakes and catastrophes resurface with those too young to remember the devastation. In walking through the mall, I realize how old I have become in these last few years. I see young girls wearing what I now look back on in pictures from childhood, when I was too blinded by my ultra-cool new wave bangs to know how ridiculous I looked. I ask myself, when did skinny jeans and leg warmers come back? When did it become once again socially acceptable to wear leggings under short skirts and ankle socks with high heeled shoes? Just when I had faith that these things were dead and buried along with 'Hammer' pants and the mullet, here they are again. I wonder if we are doomed to repeat the same vicious cycles of bad taste. I remember once my mother telling me that I should never throw away any of my old clothes because I would never know what would come back around in twenty years. I suppose she is somewhere right now saying "I told you so."