The Fad Graveyard

Enter the collective of been theres, done thats, and good riddances.
 
You can’t say trend without ‘end.’ Consider this one lonnnnnnnnnng eulogy of short-lived ideas that enjoyed 15 minutes of fame -- and not one minute more.  

The Man Bun. Best for Jedi knights and anyone who owns a hat.
 
Crocs. Somehow, someway they gotta be related to bowling shoes. And their neon flipflop offspring are clearly gutter balls.
 
Hoverboard. They catch fire and burn out. Is this the ultimate metaphor or what?
 
The Kardashians. You can write your own joke here.
 
80s parties. You’re proving Darwin’s theory of evolution every time you host one.
 
Dabbing (as in the dance move). The two-second dance courtesy of the professional quarterback who was named Most Valuable Player. And played in the Super Bowl. And lost.
 
Troll dolls. Famous bingo parlor luck charms employed by chain-smoking grannies. 
 
Bae. It’s kind of like KFC. It stands for Kentucky Fried Chicken, but shortening this didn’t make it any better.  
 
Cigarettes. Stop being a follower already. You’re like a herd of cattle, a gaggle of geese, or a mess of smokers. Serious tho. Time to give this up. For good. Your good.