Over the weekend, my daughter and I undertook the Herculean task of back-to-school shopping.
What transpired was less shopping and more memory-inducing. Bad, bad memories. See, I am a geek. I was born a geek, was a geeky teenager, who became a geeky adult and, by the grace of God, found a geeky mate. My high school career was punctuated by a number of humiliating experiences; dateless for four years -- probably because I was plagued with bad hair days and an awful fashion sense. Now that I have a daughter, I am determined that she not have to go through that social ostracizing and my sartorial stumbles. So, here they are, 7 fashion fails I hope my daughter never makes. - By René Syler