Clothing, I always hate it, it’ll be some ‘Dad wear’ crap I won’t like and then take shit for not liking it / wearing it, even though it supposedly “looks nice”.
I’ve tried to explain to my wife, I would think of a gift of clothes in the same way you would me getting you a couple of tyres for your car – yeah you might need them, but you really have zero interest in them.
Worst gift ever though was a plastic ‘chrome’ revolving spice rack thing. It was huge in a kitchen that was already all too small, I do all the cooking, not because I enjoy it, but because no one else will – it was an ugly way to say “try harder” and it actually made me sad to look at it, within a few weeks the rack itself was gone because of it’s stupidly impractical size of it and the plastic ‘chrome’ jars themselves were pitting and cracking, binned the lot, not sure I used any of it.
Still, I’ve bought some really shit gifts for people before now.