the current fashion
It strikes me--be it unique to now or simply because I'm older--that the current fashion of the 12-30 crowd relies on a silent compact not to acknowledge how ridiculous everybody looks. And I, sirs and ma'ams, have often been a fan of ridiculosity. You see, the sort of people who cannot pull of the layered hipster look with plastic and bangles stripes and sashes and ribbons galore are the people who cannot get over all that stuff. You know, the person who awkwardly tugs at her bangles and whose headband just doesn't sit--right. Yeah, you can't put your finger on it, but it's just not right. All of which is another way of saying that confidence is the best accessory.
So, you've just got to ignore all those layers of stuff you're wearing and pretend you think it looks great. Pretty soon you start believing it's not ridiculous and you can go forth into the world, ribbons unfurled, oblivious to your own ridiculosity. That, dearies, is a tragedy, because it takes ridiculosity and neuters it. Who can use you now ridiculosity? You have become commonplace. Plus, you now require more accessories than I can comfortably afford living at the poverty line.
Then again, I may just be getting older. I did buy silly shorts this weekend, but I may return them.
So, you've just got to ignore all those layers of stuff you're wearing and pretend you think it looks great. Pretty soon you start believing it's not ridiculous and you can go forth into the world, ribbons unfurled, oblivious to your own ridiculosity. That, dearies, is a tragedy, because it takes ridiculosity and neuters it. Who can use you now ridiculosity? You have become commonplace. Plus, you now require more accessories than I can comfortably afford living at the poverty line.
Then again, I may just be getting older. I did buy silly shorts this weekend, but I may return them.