Having been a child of the late 1980s I narrowly missed the grunge period of the 1990s since I was too busy with my overalls and my wildly printed leggings. I never thought those trends would be revived, but as any fashionista knows, almost all trends are resurrected at some point or another. When I first saw a pair of destroyed jeans, on a runway model in some magazine, I cringed.

In case you couldn’t tell, I am opposed to this trend; what a horrible way to kick off the New Year. I propose everyone at Cornell take a stand against ripped jeans. No one looks good in them; I recently saw a photo of Gisele Bundchen in a pair of overly holed jeans (it was basically a jean thong) and not even the perfect Gisele could pull off this look.

And if Gisele can’t pull it off, you probably can’t either.

I truly believe you will always look like trailer trash. I hate that term, I really do, but it’s fitting here. No matter how new these jeans are, they will look like you’ve had them for twenty-one years and delivered your first born while wearing them.

Now that I have been a little politically incorrect, I would hope that most of you are thinking: This article is redundant because no Cornell educated co-ed would step out in this weather wearing destructed jeans.

This is not the case. I apologize to the girl I saw wearing such atrocious pants, but you inspired this article, and for that, I must publicly call this fashion-don’t to your attention.

The temperature of Ithaca in January hangs around 12 degrees everyday. I fear frostbite the minute I step outside, and here this girl was, overly exposing her knees and thighs to the brutal cold. Knees and thighs are not exactly the most gorgeous parts of a person’s body. Do we really need to be showing them off in the winter?

In high school my principal once said these immortal words: Thighs are ugly. While I hated that principal, and her mantra, I certainly think its applicable in this case.

I do applaud the rest of your outfit, destroyed-jean girl. But if you think you are so fashionable, you should have known better. Your top was cute, and your shoes were fabulous, but you really messed up with those jeans.

I didn’t mean for this column to be a rant, I really didn’t. It just came out that way. Please take one thing from my column this week: No pre-destroyed jeans. Go into your closet and take out your favorite pair of jeans, the ones void of all holes. Sometimes it’s good just to appreciate the clothes we already have, especially in this economy.