All the Cool Kids Are Wearing Them
While I really dislike most shopping, I do love thrift stores. While it's exciting finding a hidden treasure, it's even more amusing looking at all the junk there and realizing that there's people out there who are actually going to buy a lot of it.
One constant that I've found is that there are always those D.A.R.E. shirts for sale at thrift stores. You know, "DARE to keep kids off of drugs. "
I don't really know what D.A.R.E. stands for. In fact, I've yet to meet a single person who knows what it stands for. 'Drugs Are Really Excellent' or 'Doobies and Reefer Everyday' are two of the more obvious choices that I can come up with, but I'm guessing both are wrong.
My mom worked in a school and she told me that, in her school at least, the students were required to buy these D.A.R.E. shirts. Aside from cutting into the kids' drug money, I don't see what good that would do. But this would explain the glut of D.A.R.E. shirts in the thrift stores. Aside from stoners with a healthy sense of irony, I can't see anyone wearing them when they don't have to.
My mom says they also had a D.A.R.E. officer who came to talk to the kids about the evils of drugs. I wonder what it takes for one to rise through the ranks from beat cop to D.A.R.E. officer. And what kind of person would want to be a D.A.R.E. officer? At first I pictured someone like Joe Friday from Dragnet. You know, the cop with no sense of humor who thinks the kids are all a bunch of hooligans. More importantly, this would be someone who can actually use the word 'hooligan' with a straight face.
But the more I thought about it, the more I think not. Say whatever you will about Joe Friday types, they at least seem to be pretty motivated. Being a D.A.R.E. officer seems to be the ultimate slacker job. You don't really have to walk or drive anywhere. As long as the school's metal detectors are working, you probably don't have to worry about being shot. You probably get laughed at, but that's it.
Seems like a pretty cushy job and, as much as I hate to revert to blatant stereotypes, I'm pretty sure donuts are involved. D.A.R.E. officers, much like pot-heads, do tend to get the munchies.
One constant that I've found is that there are always those D.A.R.E. shirts for sale at thrift stores. You know, "DARE to keep kids off of drugs. "
I don't really know what D.A.R.E. stands for. In fact, I've yet to meet a single person who knows what it stands for. 'Drugs Are Really Excellent' or 'Doobies and Reefer Everyday' are two of the more obvious choices that I can come up with, but I'm guessing both are wrong.
My mom worked in a school and she told me that, in her school at least, the students were required to buy these D.A.R.E. shirts. Aside from cutting into the kids' drug money, I don't see what good that would do. But this would explain the glut of D.A.R.E. shirts in the thrift stores. Aside from stoners with a healthy sense of irony, I can't see anyone wearing them when they don't have to.
My mom says they also had a D.A.R.E. officer who came to talk to the kids about the evils of drugs. I wonder what it takes for one to rise through the ranks from beat cop to D.A.R.E. officer. And what kind of person would want to be a D.A.R.E. officer? At first I pictured someone like Joe Friday from Dragnet. You know, the cop with no sense of humor who thinks the kids are all a bunch of hooligans. More importantly, this would be someone who can actually use the word 'hooligan' with a straight face.
But the more I thought about it, the more I think not. Say whatever you will about Joe Friday types, they at least seem to be pretty motivated. Being a D.A.R.E. officer seems to be the ultimate slacker job. You don't really have to walk or drive anywhere. As long as the school's metal detectors are working, you probably don't have to worry about being shot. You probably get laughed at, but that's it.
Seems like a pretty cushy job and, as much as I hate to revert to blatant stereotypes, I'm pretty sure donuts are involved. D.A.R.E. officers, much like pot-heads, do tend to get the munchies.