Word: corduroy
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...third level, jeans are reasonably priced-if not downright cheap. Lees, for example, makes a velvet-corduroy version for $11 that comes in a dozen colors, is available either straight-legged or bell-bottomed, and is slow to sit out or bag at the knees. There is another advantage. Jeans were originally cut only for men and, inexplicably-despite mass sales to women-still are. Thus there is a choice in length of leg along with waist size, making alterations virtually unnecessary...
Robert Bronson, "the last great New England transcendentalist," is the ghost that got away. The author of Captain Hook's Gang, Sunday Mornings with Zarathustra and other poems, Bronson is something like a son of Ahab in corduroy pants. So long as he was in and out of psychiatric wards, so long as "his true sense of sight was anger," Bronson remained a darling of the Boston literati. But then-in 1953, to be exact -Bronson transcended: He found the One, the Oversoul, the Truth, the Great Zero that Emerson and all the earlier transcendentalists only dreamed of discovering...
...once knew a guy whose mother could really pick 'em," a middle-aged man in a brown corduroy jacket was telling his friend. "The old lady would go down to the stables before the races and pick the winner. She didn't know nothing about horses, and she was always right...
...visitor stays long enough to do some shopping, he will see evidence of inefficiency in the shoddiness of many types of goods. Blue jeans seem to be the only children's clothes that last any more. Corduroy clothes, which used to be bought for durability, just melt away. Sales clerks often seem to be uninformed or indifferent, though they are not yet as bad as waiters...
...your calf muscles. It is true, as they say in Dorchester, that "It's not the face you fuck," but the coiner of the phrase never took into account that bitch musk clings to one's clothes, and that male hounds are so blindly in love that they mistake corduroy for canine flesh...