I was under the impression that we (vastly intelligent, examples of Darwinism) learn from our mistakes. When you're a child and touch a hot radiator, the pain you feel in your fingertips cries to your brain, "Note to self: THIS IS A BAD IDEA." That's how it works right?
Action+Mistake=Correction. Simple mathematics.
If this is the case, Why do all of the horrendous fashion trends from the 80's continue to not only surface, but manifest undue celebratory popularity?
I can't make a trip to SF's Mission District without the hipsters that have gentrified said district flaunting trends gone awry. Is there a joke I'm missing? Is Ashton gonna jump out behind a trash can and exclaim, "You got Punk'd Jamaal! Hahahahahhahahahaha!"?
The residual trickle down of Geek Shiek bands has poisoned the well.
The gawky oversized glasses. The tacky flat-billed hats consisting of bright colors spawned from clashing colors never meant to fuck much less be in the same room together. The stretchy denim worn so tight that I can see the 37 cents in your left front pocket. It's all a bit trite and contrived to me. Looking like a pauper when you're actually better off than the majority of people in the universe never appealed to me. What's the allure? What's the sexy in looking like you just finished dumpster diving?
One of the main plots of this epic diatribe is the fact that so many kids buy into this ethos/lifestyle/look. On the daily i see a plethora of dorky kids rejoicing in their uncool-cooler-than-coolness.
"I wasn't cool in High School but now I'm surrounded by clones of myself so I am cool! Wizard!"
(This is the point in which you, the reader, points out that I'm a hater. Yeah, in this moment, I'm a hater and this is my mouthpiece.)
I just can't wrap my head around the "fuck it" attitude that has become cliche. The dirtier the better. The beardier the better.
Action+Mistake=Correction. Simple mathematics.
If this is the case, Why do all of the horrendous fashion trends from the 80's continue to not only surface, but manifest undue celebratory popularity?
I can't make a trip to SF's Mission District without the hipsters that have gentrified said district flaunting trends gone awry. Is there a joke I'm missing? Is Ashton gonna jump out behind a trash can and exclaim, "You got Punk'd Jamaal! Hahahahahhahahahaha!"?
The residual trickle down of Geek Shiek bands has poisoned the well.
The gawky oversized glasses. The tacky flat-billed hats consisting of bright colors spawned from clashing colors never meant to fuck much less be in the same room together. The stretchy denim worn so tight that I can see the 37 cents in your left front pocket. It's all a bit trite and contrived to me. Looking like a pauper when you're actually better off than the majority of people in the universe never appealed to me. What's the allure? What's the sexy in looking like you just finished dumpster diving?
One of the main plots of this epic diatribe is the fact that so many kids buy into this ethos/lifestyle/look. On the daily i see a plethora of dorky kids rejoicing in their uncool-cooler-than-coolness.
"I wasn't cool in High School but now I'm surrounded by clones of myself so I am cool! Wizard!"
(This is the point in which you, the reader, points out that I'm a hater. Yeah, in this moment, I'm a hater and this is my mouthpiece.)
I just can't wrap my head around the "fuck it" attitude that has become cliche. The dirtier the better. The beardier the better.
Slovenly? Dishelved? Welcome! Join the team! Where you been all these years, pal?
It's rebellion right? It's vexing people like me that actually peek in the mirror before I leave the apartment because I have some self-respect...right?
It seems to me that the minority is inching up to become the majority.
This post makes me feel like I'm 27 going on 40.
It's rebellion right? It's vexing people like me that actually peek in the mirror before I leave the apartment because I have some self-respect...right?
It seems to me that the minority is inching up to become the majority.
This post makes me feel like I'm 27 going on 40.
So be it. I'm in the land of Peter Pan Syndrome Hysteria. So be it.
Hipsters Unite! Conform to your nonconformity!
Hipsters Unite! Conform to your nonconformity!
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