Dear all the people that are ruining blue jeans: FUCK OFF.
I went shopping today with my mother becuase there were supposedly huge sales and most of the jeans I have need to be fixed in the ass. We went, only to find more jeans that needed to be fixed in the ass. As well as pre-manufactred holes and zippers as long as the space between two knuckles on my index finger, and my hands are tiny.
Hey all you preppy emo fucks: chip your nail polish and make your own holes.
What is the attraction of having the same maunfactured holes and embroidery in the same place? Does that show who you are, that you can afford to spend a hundred and fifty dollars on a pair of pants that have the same manufactured character and personality? You're taking someone else's idea and wearing it. If you don't have the skill, here's an idea: instead of spending every moment either pretending to slit your wrists with a fucking safety pin or having your boyfriend reach down your pants (now lower for easy access!), learn a fucking skill. Go do something worthwhile. Instead of some rip in an improbable place like the upper thigh (show some skin to make the other sex want to buy- I mean, want you, even in the winter!), have a memory imprinted on your clothes. I know where all the holes on my jeans came from. I bought them whole and made them mine. I know that there is no other pair of jeans that are like mine on anyone else's ass. This fashion trend sickens me. I'd like jeans to go back to being just jeans, not a fashion statement. Not pre-ripped, pre-patched, pre-stylized, pre-faded, pre-fucked up jeans. Jeans I can fuck up on my own.
Hey all you preppy emo fucks: chip your nail polish and make your own holes.
What is the attraction of having the same maunfactured holes and embroidery in the same place? Does that show who you are, that you can afford to spend a hundred and fifty dollars on a pair of pants that have the same manufactured character and personality? You're taking someone else's idea and wearing it. If you don't have the skill, here's an idea: instead of spending every moment either pretending to slit your wrists with a fucking safety pin or having your boyfriend reach down your pants (now lower for easy access!), learn a fucking skill. Go do something worthwhile. Instead of some rip in an improbable place like the upper thigh (show some skin to make the other sex want to buy- I mean, want you, even in the winter!), have a memory imprinted on your clothes. I know where all the holes on my jeans came from. I bought them whole and made them mine. I know that there is no other pair of jeans that are like mine on anyone else's ass. This fashion trend sickens me. I'd like jeans to go back to being just jeans, not a fashion statement. Not pre-ripped, pre-patched, pre-stylized, pre-faded, pre-fucked up jeans. Jeans I can fuck up on my own.