Oh not you. I love all you little clickers.
No, it's certain styles whose return I fear.
This weekend, I was rummaging through a drawer and found this:
I don't remember the exact circumstances for this workplace photo, but I know it was taken about 1977 - when I was twenty-six.
I have infallible, exquisite taste. But I am thinking now that my impeccable sense of style must have developed sometime after 1977.