It probably was even worse than that. My mom died. My dad was dating again. He is going on a first date in the 2000s wearing something colorful from the 60s. (I wasn't there.) His date goes something like, "Nope. We are getting you a new shirt." My dad wasn't a hippie, but he wore things that looked like wallpaper from the 60s that were hippiesh. Think Brady Bunch. E: Also, I'm certainly no fashion maven, but the shit my dad wore was out so far out. I didn't really give a shit what I wore as long as it was bland. My dad was wearing massively outdated flashy shit. E2: Plaid was as flashy I've ever gotten in my life. Maybe a striped dress shirt. Other than that, solid colors. And not too bright.