Zubaz are staging a comeback. Oh dear god. Does anyone else out there remember these things?
→[More:]What really cracks me up about this story is that the "Roseville gym" it mentions, run by the creators of Zubaz, is where I used to work out in the late '80s, and a bizarre, testosterone-stanky, heavy-metal-pounding place it was. I remember that the airplane-hanger-sized warehouse space right next to the weight room was full to the rafter with boxes of Zubaz, waiting to be shipped out and afflict the sensibilities of humanity; and that damn near everyone in the place, except me, wore the horrid things.
Oh, Zubaz. So funny, and so, so hideous.