Feb 22, 2008 00:43
I'm convinced that today was National High School Skank Day. On my way home from work, there were hundreds (I do not exaggerate) of young, whorishly dressed girls crowding the Metro Center and piling onto my train. These girls were everywhere. And I looked at them and it occurred to me that I'm very happy that I don't try to model myself after fashionable society's idea of beauty. All those girls looked so similar--the same artificially colored hair, the same style of boots and jeans, the same kind of make-up all over their faces--that they hardly maintained any sort of individuality. It's sad, really. Oh, and one of the skanks ended up puking all the way down the escalator leading from the platform to the turnstiles. Heh.
On a somewhat related note (now it seems almost like an omen), as I was riding to work, I saw, for the first time, what I believe to have been a real-life pimp. This man, black and middle aged, was dressed in very stylish, clean leather shoes, black pinstriped trousers that were neatly pressed, a red shirt that I couldn't see very well because it was obscured by his authentic-looking, knee-length fur coat. He also wore sunglasses and a red hat that matched his shirt perfectly. He had apparently just come from his dry cleaner and was toting several garments with him. I've never seen anything like it.
It was quite the day for people-watching.