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A Bucket Full Of Weenies

As recently as three years ago, I more or less gave three-eighths of a shit about my physical appearance as far as my sense of style was concerned, since being a broke, stressed-out college student, certain aspects were put on the backburner to take care of my priorities, like hoping the rent check cleared for the month, or making sure I sat next to the smart Asian student who was oblivious to see me looking at their test for the answer. So for the most part, I stuck to rocking shirts better suited for Ed “Too Tall” Jones and the finest of Burlington Coat Factory sweat pants all throughout my years.

Around the time I had gotten out of school, most of the general population had traded in their expensive, gaudy throwback jerseys, Burberry- print Air Force Ones and 5XL-sized pink tees for the supposed “grown man” look, which I guess was trying not to look fruity while rocking their father’s blazer over some Jnco jeans. I really never paid too much attention to it, but I did find it funny whenever I’d see a teenager wearing that shit in the dead of summer. Fortunately though, that shit somewhat died down, and it finally looked as if people had developed a fashion sense that wasn’t outrageously retarded.

Or so I thought. After a brief affair with pictures tees (you won't believe how much money I made making and selling those shits. Hell, I still have a few of them in my place if anybody wants one for free), today’s current look is a weird hybrid of skateboarder nerd, pseudo-broke hipster and emo-glam rock star. While I can say it’s kind of nice to see that some guys have realized that a “Big & Tall” set of pants when you’re roughly the size of a rake is plain silly, rocking their sister’s Capri pants, a smedium V-neck muscle shirt and a motorcycle chain leaves little to the imagination of what gender they prefer to tuck them in at night. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course...

Honestly, I’m actually a little elated that the styles of the 80s have made a recent resurgence, in a way of paying homage to the forefathers. And while I don’t see an issue with those who’ve looked like a 50s-era greaser like the Fonz their entire lives, it’s somewhat troubling to see so many cock-hoppers jump on the trend as if they do not have a mind of their own. Part of the growth process (I believe) involves developing your own unique look (which, sadly is nigh impossible nowadays). But simply jumping on the next man’s bozack because they look cool is just wrong.

But perhaps I’m looking into this too much. But I can’t help shake the feeling that if hip-hop continues to mimic the styles of a shitload of losers, who knows what long-term damage it may have. But I’m hoping that in the culture’s fickle mind state, this shit will change.

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