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While growing up there were not such things as jeans actually named "MOM" jeans, but WE would call the ugly unflattering looking jeans our moms wore "MOM JEANS", I suppose that's where they got the name for the ugly ones today. I don't ever remember seeing any brand called mom jeans but we surly would call any unflattering jean that way.

so back to the question.

times change and so do styles but mom jeans have always been and always will be the most ugly fitting clothing garment a girl or woman can wear regardless of what age you are. They look horrible in my opinion. They did back then and they do today.

Am I the only one that sees them as extremely unflattering?

Guys/Men, do you find the mom jean look attractive? would you prefer your date/girlfriend/wife to dress in mom jean style or something else?

So the magical gods of good looks (aka me 🤪) has made it so everyone in the world thinks you’re a solid 10 of 10. Now that you’re at the top of this food chain and are the most elite of the most elite, you never have to worry about being rejected looks-wise.

So, given the chance, what’s the lowest look you would ever date now? Since you’re a ten, that is, do your rankings change? Will you retain your former rankings or have they increased, since, well, you are abso-ducking-loutely gorgeous?

Do you our standards change for long term relationships and hookups?

Personally, the lowest I would do is probably a seven. Or at least, I say that, but I might do a six because I usually tend to be nicer than I sound.

DISCLAIMER / WARNING : You could still get rejected for your personality or other traits. You’re just a 10 for face and body.

Please replace all of the ‘rankings’ with standards, I’m illiterate af.

I have these noisy neighbors who constantly fight most nights. Of yelling and screaming and cussing each other out. It’s a family with teenage sons and one male roommate. The parents are always fighting and the roommate is hardly there. So last night, another typical loud fight and walls banging. I look through my front door peep hole to see the ruckus and I see the roommate bringing over his date in the middle of chaos. With the wife telling her husband “YOU’RE A PIECE OF SHIIIIT!” And glass breaking. The roommate tells his date “come on in and make yourself at home.” To which his date responds “uh, are you sure?” “Yeah yeah, they’re cool people. Don’t mind them.”