From the story:
They are the fashion equivalent of mashed peas and carrots, a retreat into toddlerhood for the style-sated. Adult-size onesies, some with floppy feet and outsize industrial zippers, have lately winged their way here from Europe, where they are the comfort gear of club kids, mall rats, jet-setters and homebodies nursing the aftereffects of a surfeit of holiday cheer.
One Direction, Britain’s answer to ‘Nsync, was quick to embrace them. Justin Bieber and Robbie Williams were also among early adopters, as was that world weary prepster Chuck Bass (Ed Westwick), who raised eyebrows this year on “Gossip Girl” tricked out in a Santa-red variation.
Plush and playful updates on the humble union suit, the new all-in-ones come in Teletubby brights, snowflake and Fair Isle patterns, varsity stripes and even a Union Jack print. There is nothing humble, though, about their price, from $160 or so to $290 for a OnePiece, the label that kick-started fashion’s latest flirtation with infantilism.
As someone with two children who wear onesies (Elliot has outgrown them), I can appreciate how practical they are.
But I don't see them as a return to "infantilism."
This is the future we've always been promised.
When I was a kid in the 1980s, if you had asked me what I would be wearing in 2012, I would have unquestionably guessed some kind of one-piece metallic jumpsuit.
The fact that it's now "the future" and we're still wearing the same clothes is a huge disappointment.
I applaud these people for being willing to embrace our destiny...even if they look ridiculous.