I have learned when shopping with my daughter for jeans not to put my opinion out there. I stand there, search for her size, hold them up and wait for the assenting or dissenting grunt. When we have a pile of jeans, we go into the dressing room and she tries them on. I then wait for her approval, again making sure I don't have an opinion.
I do however have some rights as the mother of a teen picking out jeans:
1. I have the right to remain silent, as anything I say can and will be used against me.
2. I have the right to nix any jeans where her butt crack shows.
3. I have the right to reject any jeans that look like they were run through a shredder.
4. I have the right to look at the price before she tries them on.
Fortunately, my daughter is naturally modest and we don't have arguments about inappropriate attire. I'm also fortunate she doesn't like jeans that are too shredded. But when I was a kid, when you bought a new pair of jeans, everyone knew you had a new pair of jeans. They looked new, they were brightly colored and the blue dye would even leave your underwear tinted a light blue. There were no worn marks across the thighs, no holes, no fading. They were new. When my kids buy new jeans, you can't tell if they are new or not. So when they go to school their friends don't even complement them on their new jeans; they can't tell either.
I often wonder how their jeans looked when they were new and how they got into the shape they are in now. Right now in some third world country, there are probably people working for a small wage trying to wear out our children's jeans. At least someone in this world gets to wear new jeans.