I am all for individual expression, but there comes a point in a fashionista’s life when she must put her well-manicured foot down and say no. No more teeny, tight, stone washed shorts, white tights with lace on the bottom. And please, for the love of Christ, put the Lycra down. Yesterday, I decided to venture out and restore my faith in Denver’s fashion sense. It was not an easy quest, my friends. I was beset on all angles by atrocious outfits. Everything was cinched and tucked in all the wrong places. And women weren’t the only violators.FYI guys: Bluetooths (Blueteeth?) are not an accessory; stop wearing them as though they were.