Another response to, I believe, a different anonymous commentator:
It seems I have stirred up even more controversy. Look at this:
Alright - I would just like to know why, if punk is a way of life, and
you guys are all about non-conformity, why you find it necessary to even
COMMENT on your Abercrombie-clad classmates. OK, you're non-conformists
- maybe that makes you better than everyone else, but who really cares?
High school is a bogus illusion of life. Nothing you do matters here,
except maybe your grades because those are the only things that really
have to follow you. No ones going to care whether you were punk or a
"whore", "prep", or "jock". You do what you want with your life - it's
great that you all have made the first step into dressing and acting the
way you want - but why bother dissing everyone who went down a different
path? That just wastes a lot of energy that could be put to much better
use. The fact that you guys are even talking about STORES as an
indicator of what "group" you're in is immature in itself. I don't want
to insult any of you - but just think about it. The fact that we're even
here discussing the degree of our individuality is pointless - if we
really are individuals, we don't need to convince anyone else of it
besides ourselves.
That was yet another anonymous comment, but because of its good punctuation and grammar (and capitalization!), I am not going to comment back. I think the lack of these three things in the last comment prompted me to become angry with the person, and therefore respond.
No. I lied. I am going to comment back. But it will be brief.
When I was in elementary school, kids made fun of me for how I dressed. This was in first grade, mind you. Think about that for a minute. How incredibly wrong is it for first-graders to judge people on how they look? These kids are six and seven, and whilst younger kids are becoming wiser and wiser every day, the fact that I really didn’t have good friends because of my clothes is just absurd.
We move on to junior high. The same thing, but escalated. Back in those days, everything was Limited Too. I’m not kidding. Every girl had to be wearing Limited Too, or you were outcast by your classmates, and they had this made-up right to pick on you in the halls (and in class, when the teacher wasn’t looking).
Flash forward a few years to high school. The place is big, so everyone divides. People don’t really have time to say shit to each other anymore, but if you listen closely, people still snicker at what you wear. Last year, I heard the most cruel comment I can remember ever hearing: “Ugly people shouldn’t be allowed to live.” This was said by some girl wearing Abercrombie. Other kids have said shit to me about being queer. They also wear Abercrombie. But those two incidents are just coincidental. The kids just happened to be wearing Abercrombie. They could be wearing something totally different and they would still be assholes in my eyes.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, when we were younger, a lot of us were picked on by the kids who are now Abercrombie-obsessed, and we feel we have the right to retaliate. It’s really not so much about the clothing as it is about their personalities-they just all happen to wear the same thing and so we associate the bad crowd, the mean crowd with that. If you were trying to describe a mass of people to someone, you would have to find something that almost all of them shared. In this case, it’s wearing Abercrombie. So when I say shit about people like that, it’s basically me being angry about stuff that started happening when I was six up until today. And while people say you can’t live in the past, how would YOU like it if you couldn’t remember any happy memories of being a child because of what these kids did to you?
I hope I made my point clear. If you don’t like it, why waste your time trying to tell us how our outlook should really be? I mean, I really hoped you weren’t harassed for what you wore when you were six, because to have that sort of mental and emotional abuse dumped on you at such a young age can be severely traumatizing. In fact, I blame the time from when I was five up until the time I was thirteen to be the result of my being fucked up. And if you know me, you’ll know I’m fucked up.
Peace.
-Rü
Alright - I would just like to know why, if punk is a way of life, and
you guys are all about non-conformity, why you find it necessary to even
COMMENT on your Abercrombie-clad classmates. OK, you're non-conformists
- maybe that makes you better than everyone else, but who really cares?
High school is a bogus illusion of life. Nothing you do matters here,
except maybe your grades because those are the only things that really
have to follow you. No ones going to care whether you were punk or a
"whore", "prep", or "jock". You do what you want with your life - it's
great that you all have made the first step into dressing and acting the
way you want - but why bother dissing everyone who went down a different
path? That just wastes a lot of energy that could be put to much better
use. The fact that you guys are even talking about STORES as an
indicator of what "group" you're in is immature in itself. I don't want
to insult any of you - but just think about it. The fact that we're even
here discussing the degree of our individuality is pointless - if we
really are individuals, we don't need to convince anyone else of it
besides ourselves.
That was yet another anonymous comment, but because of its good punctuation and grammar (and capitalization!), I am not going to comment back. I think the lack of these three things in the last comment prompted me to become angry with the person, and therefore respond.
No. I lied. I am going to comment back. But it will be brief.
When I was in elementary school, kids made fun of me for how I dressed. This was in first grade, mind you. Think about that for a minute. How incredibly wrong is it for first-graders to judge people on how they look? These kids are six and seven, and whilst younger kids are becoming wiser and wiser every day, the fact that I really didn’t have good friends because of my clothes is just absurd.
We move on to junior high. The same thing, but escalated. Back in those days, everything was Limited Too. I’m not kidding. Every girl had to be wearing Limited Too, or you were outcast by your classmates, and they had this made-up right to pick on you in the halls (and in class, when the teacher wasn’t looking).
Flash forward a few years to high school. The place is big, so everyone divides. People don’t really have time to say shit to each other anymore, but if you listen closely, people still snicker at what you wear. Last year, I heard the most cruel comment I can remember ever hearing: “Ugly people shouldn’t be allowed to live.” This was said by some girl wearing Abercrombie. Other kids have said shit to me about being queer. They also wear Abercrombie. But those two incidents are just coincidental. The kids just happened to be wearing Abercrombie. They could be wearing something totally different and they would still be assholes in my eyes.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, when we were younger, a lot of us were picked on by the kids who are now Abercrombie-obsessed, and we feel we have the right to retaliate. It’s really not so much about the clothing as it is about their personalities-they just all happen to wear the same thing and so we associate the bad crowd, the mean crowd with that. If you were trying to describe a mass of people to someone, you would have to find something that almost all of them shared. In this case, it’s wearing Abercrombie. So when I say shit about people like that, it’s basically me being angry about stuff that started happening when I was six up until today. And while people say you can’t live in the past, how would YOU like it if you couldn’t remember any happy memories of being a child because of what these kids did to you?
I hope I made my point clear. If you don’t like it, why waste your time trying to tell us how our outlook should really be? I mean, I really hoped you weren’t harassed for what you wore when you were six, because to have that sort of mental and emotional abuse dumped on you at such a young age can be severely traumatizing. In fact, I blame the time from when I was five up until the time I was thirteen to be the result of my being fucked up. And if you know me, you’ll know I’m fucked up.
Peace.
-Rü