Back in my day we would not be caught dead in pants like Joggers. No way would any self-respecting male wear shit like that.
When we wanted to look real good we wore parachute pants, you know: the pants that were cargo pants but skinny and made of nylon ripstop. They looked real cool with sleeveless t-shirts, preferably the type that had the name of our favorite metal band on it. Fuck yeah! Van Halen sleeveless and parachute pants.
When that went out of style in a few months, and we were able to recoup the money we spent on that wardrobe, we went out and bought nylon or leather pants with about fifty zippers on them, to match the jacket with fifty zippers! We looked fuckin hot!
A few months later, and a few dollars lighter, we went out and bought those fucking cool Jams pants that had the crazy fluorescent (fuck! I forgot about the neon colors that were real big in the fall of '84!) patterns on them. Everybody who lifted wore those priceless pieces of sartorial splendor! And quite a few who did not even lift wore them too!
Until a few months later we decided it was cool to wear baggy shit because all the cons in county were wearing baggy shit and it looked so fucking cool!
I know, I know. I just compressed the timeline a bit but I have two brothers who did all of the above, along with about ten billion other Gen-X'ers. I was never much of a clothes horse and my job before the FD (Fucking free uniforms? REALLY? I don't have to decide what to wear?!?!), required me to dress in a manner that would not call attention to my presence, so I pretty much did the Levi's and T-shirt for about twenty years.
Point is that, yes, they do look ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. Laughably ridiculous. To us.
But we looked the same way to others when we wore the asinine shit described above.